regarding on what became of life
it is a simple thing to view - at one
time i was driving and i looked over
and there were these yellow flowers
i believed in God just like that - i
thought how amazing i can view
such a yellow in such a field with
such love. i spoke to him about it
over the phone. he told me he had
company: he had to watch the game
we never spoke again. until years
had past: social media in fad: a click
and we were friends, the kind never
to meet again. and he wrote of roses
and i wrote of costs and shoes and
such - i deep in thought on how it is
that time shifts and who had it right
and who has it wrong - or did we ever
have it: the wonder of the flowers in
the field or the roses carefully given
and not kept.
