LATE NIGHT POEM - HOLES # 1
Just like that life goes.
Flat nose - pull down hose.
What ever happen to cloths?
In the garden of Edan.
Man scratches in the ground.
Must be a living here.
Find another hole around.
Fool don't think it's profound.
Must have that hole to get around.
Life is made of peoples holes in the ground.
How deep is your life hole? ? ? ?
Big enough to hide in.
Many dig a hole and just hide.
Life holes are meant to be lived in.
GOD didn't create holes.
Man created holes in the ground.
Each hole is a persons story.
Not a golf course hole - only reality.
10/12/2006 Joe Poewhit
from-defunct-sevenstonepoetrycafe.com
JESUS SAVES
JOE POEWHIT
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