Poem -
Tomorrow will be a lie
Where poppets drink from fountains fraund
And you sit like smart upon a glass of lines
And dollars fold to catch
Looking in bins of water stains to smart
A smile you give
And madness begins to cover evil
like ego dance on table glass....a liquor
your time has come to hush
as a sweet tune of lifeÂ
And mistakes save a bid in timeÂ
And devil forkes has no shouts,of youÂ
Nor a pin prick to a finger pain
This will remain as a reminder
of a cold rainey night
As bullets got your Soul.....to die...to keep as you.
As tomorrow will be as tomorrow of you.
Comments
Lorris, Been gone a while. Really busy these days. I had to read this several times! That a good thing. I enjoy your work! Love Terry Kay
Thank you T.Kay
Hi Lorris....I am not sure I want to be involved in this kind of scenario..lol...I will try to keep my pride and ego in check...lol Thanks for sharing..Different theme write from you, but interesting. xo Â
Okkkkk....thx for your comment..Cherry