The Value of Experience
What is the sound,
That the weary leaves make,
As they rustle in the wind,
On an autumn day?
What is the smell,
Of your mother’s old sweater,
Caressed weekly by Tide ™,
To remove tearstains and pizza sauce?
What is the texture,
Of a newly sharpened pencil,
On the day of the test,
As it rolls down your graffiti laden desk?
What is the sight,
Of the pathway back home,
To a traveler who’s lost,
In the labyrinth of a two star motel?
What is the feeling,
Of your feet on the floor,
As you roll out of bed,
And make contact with a new day
Though adjectives are useful things
and a picture’s worth a thousand
Some things just can't be described
You simply have to try them
2007-01-01
06:07:28
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