Feelings

Feelings come and feelings go
Sometimes it’s hard to tell
Is there a meaning in them all
Or just a dinner bell

That leads us to the place they call
Not knowing where it lands
How can we trust those things at all
Unstable and unplanned

I cry out for a solid place
That doesn’t change at all
Even when the winds may blow
It doesn’t budge or fall

So feelings are not trustable
I know that’s not a word
But makes a point you all can see
Sometimes they are absurd

Are they a mirage

I always thought that (some? most? all?) men were handicapped compared to women when it came to feelings. Well expressed. Thanks for writing.

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