Poem -
Adoption
Adoption
Unsure of whence I came,
No roots, or map of time
Living amongst strangers
Who tell the stories fine.
With talk of odd and strange,
With subtle tones of blame
Sometimes lost to thought,
In this adopted life of shame.
The shell of walking bones,
Upon the watchman look
Searching for the clues
To a life that always shook.
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Comments
Wow Nick Kerry!!.........the interpretation of this write could be literal or VERY enigmatically charged..........with one of the possibilities being that we've adopted this human shell for just a brief stay within the grand scheme of things...........whatever the true inspiration........it is compelling and VERY well delivered.........ALL STARS.........well done........and.........WELCOME to COSMO!!...........T xo