sick son of the sixth son..
oh where oh where
do you belong..
with your umbrella
reflecting off the rays
of the sun..and your
gentlemanly ways
polite and shy
people will see
what they want to see
hear what they want to hear
catagorize me
label me
put me on the shelf..
so easily disposable
sometimes fashionable
and sometimes I come unglued..
if you could all look
into my heart..
you might see
a reflection of the sea
an ocean a river
and know it's really
just me..a lonelyness
of human condition..
would it hurt you
so much to realize
if we all just dropped
the pretenses..
and embraced liked
the ocean breeze
kissing the sea
of life..
By Rick Weber
February 8, 2012
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