I have the kind of
Knowledge you get
From spending days and years alone
Books existing as my solace
When I am lonely to the bone
I am a dreamer
I am a drunk
I am thinking all the thoughts
That Crusoe must have thunk
I have the kind of old soul
That runs away from pain
I know all about the price of love
And its small and subtle gains
I am a dreamer
I am a drunk
I am thinking all the thoughts
That Crusoe must have thunk
I might have misgivings
Gathered up along the way
But the train’s already moving
And the fare has been paid
Some come on now
All you words and songs
Give me that substitute
For that which my soul longs
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
Evening, Gene. Just began following your blog and already you have given me the best belly-laugh of the day! I hope my Randa Lane haiku blog will do as much for you!
Warmest Respect,
Ron
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