Thursday, May 15, 2014

A dreamy poem...

I often dream of strangers
Their faces clear but unknown
We share all sorts together
We hang and explore, eat scones

I don't know who these people are
But I figure there's no need to worry
They don't hurt or make fun of me
We're never in a hurry

I may not have friends fall all over me
At times it can be lonely
But at least I have my dreamy friends
And I'm not a one and only

Jules :Oj


SIMON said...

Nice poem, nice subject and nice post!!

Jules said...

LOL, thanks!