without needing rain.
Owls carry armor as
soft as a feather.
Octopus grow smart
but live a short life.
Trees stay rooted yet
record a long journey.
I am a young man but
my years call me golden.
I welcome aloneness while
a group is good solace.
I no longer work but
choose work to relax.
I travel each day with
a stay at home mind.
I am a dewdrop,
an owl,
an octopus,
and a tree.
A curiosity, an interest,
might uncover a me.
Well the truth about a mirror
It’s that a damn old mirror
Don’t really tell the whole truth
It don’t show what’s deep inside
Or read between the lines
It’s no reflection of my youth.
-George Strait
Troubadour
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