The Whirligig

You leave me spinning in the wind, like a 'whirligig'. It's no fun clickety clacking along, with no one. You know, I'm 'alive'! I'm not motivated, by being your 'pet view'. Somehow, I got to fly off on my own. It's coming...sure as heaven!

Namaste


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: whirligig, google pic