Point of View


Is it me or is it you?

Or just a different,

Point of view?


Ideas keep spinning round,

In my head.

So hard to focus,

And face the dread.


That you and I,

Are not the same.

By different rules,

We play the game.


We struggle and strive,

To think together.

But our fickle views,

Are like the weather.


And when we see,

Eye to eye.

It's as if an angel,

Dropped from the sky.


And blessed us with,

Something truly new.

A unified, point of view.


Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull



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