Inflect

So, life has no meaning & we all die alone?
True or not; I’m no fan of the dramatic tone.

Give me the facts & don’t editorialize.
I can process cold truths without guides to advise.

I open my door, my mail, my heart & my self.
Yet, my blank old dance card gathers dust on yon shelf.

I have good manners, charm & occasional wit.
I’m nowhere near rich; nor am I a lazy tit.

I am truly singular…for best or better.
I’m meaning. I’m never alone, if I’ve letters.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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