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"
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!
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.
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.