PLAYING WITH WORDS
Don't know if you've lately heard,My mind likes to play with words.
When I say this is not my cup of tea,
If you wonder why, It's because it's coffee.
My mind likes to write in mysterious ways,
Why? I don't know I couldn't always say.
That's the myth of having a thousand thoughts,
Running while walking through a sea of time.
Always remembering to forget,
Sliding through a turbulent mind.
While I'm writing all the time,
Enjoying the read of every forgotten line.
For these are the ingredients,
Of a dementia crazy mind.
That shares his thoughts,
With everyone one rhythm at a time.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-10-03 at 00:55
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