It All Looks Different

        It all looks different But Endlessly the same. Made To have significance Without harbouring Any name. Trouble if you make it Social Just the same. Quandary What and where it lives Inside of me I hear It’s sweet refrain. ~ Patrice...

Regrets, None

Regrets, none That I get. Morose, you know You bet. Melancholy, hoping Hoping for the best. Settle, settle not Go get. Don’t, don’t forget It’s your day. Make it, make it With no regrets. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...