It appears that Otin's Rhyming Wednesday is not up today, but I thought I would contribute one of my poems anyway. Many of you have been asking for a poem— so I thought I would not disappoint.
I wrote this while in college, but ran across it recently. So many times I write something that may sound pretty at the time— but it takes on a more profound meaning when I come back to it.
Living on a plateau
I find no new trend.
No mountains to climb, no cliffs to jump
no place to begin or end.
My goals are short
my dreams are long.
Nothing too near
or too close to belong.
All I need is to find anew
one not too few to be a friend.