February 14, 2005

This poem was written by Adam Gladu. Adam hates doing dishes, he does not do windows, and he will not go walking in the rain. Now that this is clear, here is some good news. He likes listening to music like modern jazz, mushroom jazz, but best of all, the older stuff like John Coltrane, and Artie Shaw, just to name a few. Painting is his other love. The colours of the rainbow he puts to canvas, bouncing the brush with paint and passion. His other enthusiasm is writing. It draws him in and away he goes. Adam has been lucky to be a part of Victoria Read Society in B.C. At one time, he was without schooling and he was given a chance to develop a new way in life. Now he has no limits to his directions. He is very proud of himself.
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Your face I’ve seen many, many times.
I’ve yet to sit with you.
Give you a chance.
If you were mine,
I’d take you everywhere.
Others spoke of you.
I’m so interested.
You scare me.
You pass me by.
I would be caught staring.
My mind wonders.
Time flies.
I missed my stop.
Coffee gets cold.
Would never blame you.
You’re my traveling companion.
I flip the page.