sometimes i feel like
a motherless child.
other times i feel
like the father of it all.
it changes all the time
and that i suppose is
called living.
still
i wish that
things would
remain constant,
once and a while.
that
would be
great,
wouldn't it?
image: jw miller © 2010
words: gus edwards © 2010
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