Wednesday, June 17, 2009

WHO KNOWS MY DARK DAYS OF DESPAIR..




Who knows my dark days of despair,

When slumped defeated in my chair,

With life around me so dread with pain,

A bedraggled fox, holed in his lair.


Who does not know the hurtful thoughts

If brain would stop all thinking.

Breathing shallow and aware of it

I know that I am sinking!


Something touched my arm so gently,

So warm and tender and with feeling.

My lovely cat with eyes so caring,

Sensing all my need for healing.


Peter Frederick © 2007

http://www.peterfrederick.org

http://www.life-on-the-road.com

No comments:

Post a Comment