A twice told tale with no record A mystery I purport A salute!
The life of man, a wonder Every mind needs to, ponder A salute!
An eternal question, "Would any of you who are fathers give your son a stone when he asks for bread?" A salute!
Man's answer, "Of course yes! The world.Over the years! A salute!
A comrade of the bottle Always too willing to spend no little Will buy a hungry friend expensive wine And on the request for food, give a whine A salute!
She starts as a slow, Wind far down below. Sedate, benign and completely routine. But then, propelled by the heat, Rises and rises in rage, And gathers into A storm, Intractable.
Green, red and blue. Children sniffing glue. Mouths speaking to self. Lips cursing. Leaves the body in a half, and the spirit withering. Cracks and potholes Souls moving on soles Desire is the fire and fear holds us in the rear. Such are our streets.
Tears freely flew Fond the feeling grew Words spoken a ruin Needed here was a win With no run I found myself in the rain Drenched I reasoned " She will be happy, if my face stopped being all this gloomy"