the poetry of Charles Fry

18 December 1994

the Song of my heart as it grows and changes

So this is Life.
not quite what i expected
nor what it is made out to be
not filled with excitement and endless enthusiasm
in fact rarely even out of the ordinary
i guess it is mostly made of little things
like smiles and thoughts and comfort
often hard times boil it down to the bone of routine
(though with practice even this can be invigorated)
and there are people
no matter where you go
everywhere they are only people and nothing more
behind their suits and sunglasses and beards
they all exist within themselves
they all feel pain
and they all feel joy
And my place in it all?
obscure
apparently insignificant
yet some how important
for i too am a person
and without the likes of me there would be nothing

Copyright © 1994 Charles Fry