Here I sit by my window
Watching the world slowly go by
Thinking thoughts of yesterday
I shed a tear and cry
I can’t hear what’s never been spoken
How can you see what’s never been there
These are questions I can’t answer
So I stare
Daydreams are visions; they tell us who we are
You shouldn’t let them pass you by
Hang on to what you believe in
All we have is what we are
Here I sit by my window
So I stare
6 comments:
Very very nice. simple and short but very powerful.
I can’t hear what’s never been spoken
How can you see what’s never been there
Hang on to what you believe in
All we have is what we are
i love these lines.
Daydreams tell me who I could have been "if only".....
As always, you strike my chords.
Thank you for sharing.
Bonjour Monsieur Dousharm!
Once again, you have touched me with your poetry. The words that strike me the most are...
"Daydreams are visions; they tell us who we are"
I wish you many wonderful daydreams, my friend. May you continue to discover who you are.
Peace & Love,
Mudd a.k.a. Happy Oza :-)
xoxo
I'm telling you man, you always post something that hits home with me. Are you inside my head, lol? Another great poem Donald :)
People try to make otehrs see what they have seen, hear what they have heard, and believe what they belief; yet, you can only see with your eyes, hear with your ears, and understand with your mind.
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Joe (http://socialmediamarketing101.blogspot.com)
Excellent job!
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