Try <br />can you <br />too, or has freedom <br />a laughter <br />that whispers <br />and cries <br />and sings <br />and still I try <br />to do what’s right. <br />Still I wonder <br />laughter, singing <br />bright blue bottles for <br />Jesus Saves. <br />Who? <br />Not me, I tried <br />to far, to long, longer <br />than I’ve ever seen me <br />smile or hurt. <br />And laughter <br />rocks and stays <br />alone all night <br />the moon shines alone. <br />Without, within, <br />over, under, <br />bottles, blue bottles, <br />girls in jeans <br />boys in leather <br />laugh. <br />Nothings funny here. <br />Nothings here. <br />Browns, yellows and greens, <br />mean lean high machines <br />of gold and silver <br />sunshine posters <br />of weird purple people <br />in plastic purple <br />swimming pools. <br />Water pools. <br />Red. <br />Bleed red, <br />bleed red said the priest, <br />“God loves you.” <br />“I love you.” <br />And I do, <br />I do. <br />Still I try.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-try/
