For TAPS, Lost In Thought...
A world in an instant created, lived, enjoyed... although cities rise and fall; storms and dogfights, campaigns and all; and as time passes little tots grow tall; Demands demanded never heard; Comments made, but noticed by me? Not a word! In traffic jams, in stagnant lines, while polishing the silver tines, sometimes even I must confess in church when sermons inspire less-- sometimes, I let tea-kettle moan-- While I, am happy quite alone in that world all my own. Sign in to see full entry.