Who am I, I speak to you,
Are we all inside a Zoo.
Do we feel like all the others,
Are we like sisters, brothers.

To feel as all the others,
Would we have just one mother.
Many times and eons past,
Many say the players last.

Hear these words and think long,
Will you mourn when we are gone.
Some do say to never change,
Yet times past, things are arranged.

No matter how this life we lead,
Separate lives we live indeed.
Seeking friends who understand,
Not just seeking from this land.

Words of life without a face,
Upon the net with no disgrace.
Search inside to one within,
Find yourself a mortal win.

Never looking from within,
Starting life will soon begin.
Signs from those we call friends,
Healing souls may never mend.

Never change your gentle mind,
Feeling self, several kind.
Windows from deep within,
Searching life to begin.

Finding this a gentle way,
Player me, some do say.
Someday soon you will see,
When we’re gone you’ll think of me.

Only truth beneath these eyes,
Never once did tell a lie
Speak no more these words of sin,
Your new life will then begin.

From this zoo we will part,
A new life we will start.
Together found by a friend,
Love together till the End.

Do not cry or ever wail,
Winds of time will fill your sail.
Leave this time for all who see,
Think of the players that be.

We are like a bottle that floats along in the sea
at times we hit a wave that seems to try to bring
us down to break us and make us sink. Then a ray
of sunshine seems to come our way which makes us
once again forget our troubles. We do not forget
the journey life has taken us or the things we have
passed or touched on our way. They just do not float
beside us along our journey for there journey takes
them another way.


Were every your journey takes you Craig you will never be forgotton your
words will linger on.

I'm just a pig at a petting zoo here...

hoping someday I'll be found...
not wanting to get roasted on a spit over hot coals...
but to be loved as family,by just one special heart...

Good poem Gryph......M.