the will of someone
else
the path of someone
else
does not belong
to you
does not belong
to me
i do not need
your permission
really
you do not
need my
permission
really
the outstretched
hand may save a
drowning
damaged soul
someone said
we all march to
the beat of a
different drummer
my drummer
is not
your drummer
“i wrote this, and it was fun.”
october 28, 2011 © sandra m. hagan
1 comment:
Love that last line. A powerful poem packages so beautifully with your imagery and word choice. I love visiting your blogs!
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