
Heed the final call
It all has been written down
Time will tell
How things will play out
And how the drama does proceed
The saga remains with you alone
For it's fate only rests within your soul
Practice, Practice Strum, Strum, Strum Hear the notes and the strings Singing along makes it fun The Ukulele
12 comments:
Dear friend, are you going to stop substituting? I don´t know if I understood the poem. Thanks for your comments in my blog. I don´t know why does the reader doesn´t follow some posts.
Have a very nice week,
Rosana
HI
A very mysterious and intriguing poem here today. Something's brewing. This curious mind wants to know. :-)
Love to you
Gail
peace.....
I'd love to know more about the story behind this one. It reminds me of being a writer. We do what we can, but we send it out and have to wait to see what happens.
Oh my I think I get this poem, and I like it.....does that mean there is something wrong with me.....:-)Hugs
The lady in Red,
Subbbing works for me. I like it. Nice to see you here.
Smiles to you.
Gail,
Sometimes I come up with these poems. Words just come to me and I write. It is so interesting how others interpret the poems.
Thanks for your input.
Smiles.
Theresa,
These words just came to me. Life is a huge waiting game. I like how you looked at it.
Thanks.
Bernie,
There is definitely nothing wrong with you. Everyone gets something different from a poem. I am glad you liked it.
Take care.
Food for thought. I actually love that.
Claudia,
Thank you. Smiles to you.
Sometimes all we need is 'waiting.' Time shows us only how are things going to end up.Doesn't it?
Have a wonderful weekend, Choices!
yonca,
Very well put, indeed.
Thank you.
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