by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 9, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
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...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 9, 2012 | Affirmations, Poetry
See the mess and learn How to clean it up Do what it takes to make it not Proud and bold step right up To the job of cleaning up. Not your room I think not Most likely just your life Needs cleaning up. Make room for order Get rid of strife Happiness and joy make it...