Only One

(I don’t know when this was written, but I can guesstimate it’s existence somewhere between ’95 and ’99 because of the print and paper stock. It was the old Brother word processor, which was owned, and used frequently, during those years. It’s not great, but the mind in charge must have been exposed to some decent wisdom at that time.

 

You aren’t the one and only.

The one.   The only.

It just seems that way sometimes.

Heed this word of advice:

Longevity of success is dependent upon failure.

One

(From the looks of the print and the paper, this poem was printed on my Brother word processor, which means that this was probably written somewhere between 1994 – 1998.)

How different the world is,

seeing it from another view.

How subtle the earth would be,

If know to watch it’s feet.

Poor Earth.

Poor Earth.

When is it time for all to be…

One?