Sunday

My ADD is making me old
It's also making my coffee cold
Without my OCD, a friend once said,
My ADD would surely make me dead
A friend is my impulsivity
Adventures in simplicity
Some argue for the need to heal
While I live every day to feel
Amazement in minute antiquity
Or some heartfelt soliloquy
Gentle breezes and skies of blue
And a heart full of the magic that is you

LH
10/19/14