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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

All Is Not Lost

I drive myself to distraction.
I am a poor guest,
an indifferent friend.
I speak my mind,
and push aside
the opinions of others.
Disingenuous,
centered in myself,
indifferent to fashion,
but, loving the openness of children.

I feel the world
welcome me to its meadow,
a road that needs wandering,
time holding still,
enough for coming in
and leaving.
Long enough,
to live,
and let the seed of love
grow up inside me.

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