Raw emotion
Lost in the shuffle
Wasted on a fleeting glimpse
Not looking for approval
Fifty years along
The irony
Only makes me smile
First day of November
Never dreamed I’d live this long
Nor did I wish to
I ponder sentimental thoughts
Restless innocence
Mortality
Sub consciousness
It all boils down to faith
Trusting intuition
Aging peace of mind
Jung wrote on colored parchment
Red “Liber Novus”
Mans search for himself
My soul
Never owned by me alone
On loan from God above
A child of His precious love
All guesswork is removed
No psychotherapy needed
Satisfied
I carry on
Following the light…….
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009
Lost in the shuffle
Wasted on a fleeting glimpse
Not looking for approval
Fifty years along
The irony
Only makes me smile
First day of November
Never dreamed I’d live this long
Nor did I wish to
I ponder sentimental thoughts
Restless innocence
Mortality
Sub consciousness
It all boils down to faith
Trusting intuition
Aging peace of mind
Jung wrote on colored parchment
Red “Liber Novus”
Mans search for himself
My soul
Never owned by me alone
On loan from God above
A child of His precious love
All guesswork is removed
No psychotherapy needed
Satisfied
I carry on
Following the light…….
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009
