K a t i

Some people deserve a poem

And others not

If you ask for why

This I cannot say precisely

There is just something

In who we are

You bring to mind

All the things I used to know

Like a shard of me long discarded

Two of a kind seems trite

But the way we are

Isn’t mere coincidence

What we see and how we say

Cries of unfathomable experience

You have less years

But wells of understanding

This is how I know I’m not alone

And when I’m gone

There will be you

To keep on exploring

The how’s & the why’s

Of what we are

And what our ultimate purpose is

Copyright 2009 by George Thirteen.

Taken from “My Van Gogh Years”