I've had plenty of misses, <br />one down the other in wishes; <br />It tumbled down like races, <br />showing nothing but carelessness. <br />I've been in a web of clouts, <br />one down the other in floats; <br />It dribbled down like moths <br />in play of lamps with doubts. <br />Confusing as I was in a play, <br />listening out with no sounds <br />like a caravan of little gypsy. <br />It runs like a river under snow, <br />grounds have trembled high and low! <br />I've never wanter a material wealths, <br />and even in a dream surely quilts; <br />but in a ransom soon it silts, <br />like a river bank of snows' guilt! <br />Really confusing as I was felt.<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confusing-as-i-was/
