A poem from our Community Correspondent Robert Terry
the sense of Self that’s you or me,
we bring it to this life?
from womb to grave,
looking to save ‘n’ continue My self
Your self willing dreaming along the way,
my Self your Self ingrained engraved,
battle scarred & hardened
fundamentals unchanged You feel it as well?
always that same sense internal?
my growing, your growing
Our evolving Sense of Self