Need For Love

Wondering how life could have progressed this far in sixty-five years, having a lifetime of experiences all in one being. A truly amazing feat, not believing that all this time has already passed me by and I really haven't anything to show for it. Only pages and pages of poetry in hundreds of poetry journals, filling them all with feelings, emotions, experiences, family, friends, thoughts and ideas. All through the years what else could a mere poet have done in life, being born into poverty, having no past, present or future in fields of rich and famous people. Yet, living in the beauty of nature as one, touched and loved by God and no other, always being immersed in a bluened light where no one else can come join me. A wonderful and peaceful experience, away from people and their cruel insistence, trying to make me always unhappy with their lies. Failing at their evil purposes because God has always protected and kept me safe from their cruelty, for only when I felt the need for love was I ever hurt by others in life.