My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray