poems by Donald James Dolby
Can't See The Wood
to be finished
Sometimes I can't see the wood
Sometimes I can't even see the trees
Try so hard to clear the haze
and fog of the world's hypocrisies.

Sometimes I seem to stumble
Sometimes I even seem to fall
Weighed down by the heavy
burden that stifles our lone call.

Sometimes I see more clearly
Sometimes I even
Notes :-
November 2002 Hazlemere