He lingers nearby On the edge of the page The page we’re still writing Where love continues to blossom Unfolding ever so delicately And he’s mesmerized By the mind-boggling splendor His eyes so bright Enthusiastically consumed With the miraculous happenings Of what he observes And he stays a little longer Leaning in for a closer view Lingering in the loveliness Of our imperishable page So beautifully written Full of all the days we’ve shared Memories of us And the many years we’ve loved
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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