Poetry From The Generations

Nan's Morsels

 

I'll Be
by Nancy Ness

What do I think?
What'll I say?
Thoughts on the brink
Of fleeing away.

Words in my mind
Floating about ~
Thoughts too confined
Stand up and shout!

Tell them all now ~
They're listening still.
They may not care now,
But hear me they will.

Who cares of the rest's
Opinions of me?
My plan's the best
I'll be what I'll be!

 

 

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