
at this ripe young age can it be three score as i turn each page i know less not more and the more of less i know it seems it’s about letting go i let go of the boy i used to be though he still seems to want his own way so still letting go of my selfish ways that boy won’t go away that’s okay i’m learning letting go i let go of just me “i do” means now “we” can it be two score and there is so much more of letting go that i need to know for “we” letting go of seeking me in her letting go of smashing mirrors with my pride letting go of thinking it’s better to hide letting go of staying inside my head letting go of keeping my heart to myself i guess the long slow road of letting go of self letting go of expectations of well everything and everyone letting go of just taking letting go of just faking that we’re all okay i pray i practice well all the lettings go’s that wait for me ‘cause someday soon the last let go will come into my room and i want peace and i want to know that all those other letting go’s will help me see what waits for me is an eternal embrace it really is amazing grace He never has and never will let go of me
Perfect subject for B&W … I like the composition. And, a very thought-provoking poem.
Thank you, thank you! Always great to have you drop in!