6/6/11
When comes the day we loose our way,
It is life’s greatest gift.
Illusions made, shall go astray,
When comforts run adrift.
Left all alone, a mind may float,
Bereft of certainty,
And anchorless, shall find confessed,
All stark reality.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
