Coming to senses Need to do no more
Been doing so long Time to close some doors
Open up new ones Seeking for others
In place where I'm at, Least not to smother
In water to deep, Sinking below ground
Things don't understand, Nor things to be found
Need not to say more, Been doing so long
Coming to senses Singing some new songs
Thanks for reading Poem #2202
Idea on August 19, 2013 at 8:40 PM in chair at south window
Re read and made some changes on March 2, 2015
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