The churchyard calls and calls to me.
I am drawn inexorably
I need the peace and quietude
I can enjoy in solitude
The residents do not object
at least they do not bother me.
I treat their home with great respect.
They tolerate my company.
I sometimes sit here in the sun
and tell them all my cares and woes.
Is rather odd but when I’m done
I feel much better. I suppose
because they listen quietly
and do not offer me advice.
Though I would listen earnestly
they are so old they must be wise.
Perhaps it’s best that they do not
and I am left to work things out.
The church yard is the ideal spot.
The peace and silence help a lot
to concentrate my restless mind.
Allow me to think logically
to seek the answers I must find
to problems which are troubling me.
17-Feb-07
ivor .e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passive-assistance/
