by Arcassin Burnham


Old heads in the kitchen pouring drinks
for everyone,
Thoughts are on vacation and his body
blocked the sun,
Flowers from his home cause his thoughts
were made to run,
playing back movies his head when he
was a child having fun,
alone,
you have no idea,
this man is broken,
he'll fit the bill,
keeps his faith at home,
leaving but you won't be here tomorrow,
leaving but you can't cure all your sorrows,
your just one man,
we all understand,
your worth.

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/03/leaving-tomorrow.html