When time was hard

you pulled me through.

Now that death has taken you away

who do I look to?

Gone too far

Gone too soon

You are always missed.

Tired. Tired. Lonely
Boredinary days
Get my son from school
Basketball he plays

Gently falls the rain
Grey day blues the sky
Some good thing to do
Before my time to die

            Aye! Aye! Aye!

You have the waves of the sea writ on your skin—stretch marks.

Art is in the eye
of the beholder
There is no wrong
or right
In time, I think
it can grow on you
But, for the most part
it’s love at first sight