She

She talks of love as

though she holds it in her hand; No matter how hard I try, I can’t make her understand.

She walks through

life like an old blind man; Seeing and hearing things like only he can.

She stalks the likes of me;

for I am no normal man. I’ve seen and heard differently my whole time here in this land.

She’s gaining on me now,

her steps as loud as a marching band. I say to you Love-ly lady “Catch me! Catch me if you can!”

Randy McGee May 1, 2000