At All Poem by Karla Bell

it makes no sense at all
doesn't matter how high you climb
your always scared you'll fall.
a whisper in your ear,
you hear the words most dear,
but are they always clear
do they make any sense at all! ! !
did you try and swim the moat
did you have to take a boat
did it all keep you afloat
or was it totally remote.
It makes no sense at all,
to big to wide to small,
i must have heard it all,
it just makes no sense at all.....


(Karla Bell)