Sunday, June 17, 2007
A Social Issue: The Bookstore: Acceptance
I walk up, walk down,
Walk all the way round,
Searching for peace of mind
Then I see, I see the bookstore.
I wander about the
Winding ways and meandering paths
Searching for the one special solace
That I, for one alas do not hath.
I see persons of disparity
Inhabiting diverse worlds of thought,
Ethics, wealth, intellect
Clashing like cymbals and thunders.
I open my eyes with
A sudden realization
I find unparalleled peace in me
I accept these people and they accept me.
XOXO Bi
Blogged
@ 9:31 PM
Don't let me go -