In this race of life,
The dogs of age are
snapping at my heels,
A cog that keeps turning,
which hasn’t discovered,
where she fits in the
scheme of things
Still searching in this
wide world for
that purpose, that place,
to call her own
The dogs of age are
snapping at my heels,
A cog that keeps turning,
which hasn’t discovered,
where she fits in the
scheme of things
Still searching in this
wide world for
that purpose, that place,
to call her own
copyright Sherry Obsheatz
4 comments:
why is it that our mothers seemed to know right where they fit in,,,, and i feel as if i will be searching till the day i die????
this was very thought provoking...
I agree I still feel lost a lot of the time.
As a searcher, and a parent, I think we just give our kids the illusion that we know.
Loved this poem.
Great one!
Those dogs are nipping at me too. ;-)
Blessings,
Linda
Here's mine. (It's part of a meme response. You can find it, if you scroll down a bit.)
SUPER-SEVEN MEME, at Nickers and Ink
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