Demeanor

Ups and downs, highs and lows,
that is how my demeanor goes.
And what is it brings this on?
Only the thought of when you're gone.

My life has moved so very fast
and yet not fast enough.
And my demeanor changes just as fast,
sometimes smooth, sometimes rough.

Oh that I could change all this
and never feel these things,
I'd be just as free as a little bird
that learns to spread her wings.

poem by Edwina ReizerReport problemRelated quotes
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