Something Is Wrong: Poem

 

Something Is Wrong

Something is wrong with me.

There is pain in my knees.

I am an old soul.

I find peace

In nature and solace

Of moon, breezes, and poetry

Of the large green tree.

Morning sunsets

That keep promises

Of bookshelves and book sets.

What about the rain?

What about the sound of the train?

It is a lot on my mind and brain.

Something is wrong with me.

The only place

I ever went,

Said she with grace. –

Was to work.

I am always working

Switching the gears and talking,

Enjoying, and repeating.

Tomshinsky@2025