Jul 2010
Mom used to make me
Dry loaf of bread
In my rusted tin box,
Water,
To ease me the drought
Of schooling.
My age drew back
Decomposing tears.
Too late now
For nursery rhymes.
Dry loaf of bread
In my rusted tin box,
Water,
To ease me the drought
Of schooling.
My age drew back
Decomposing tears.
Too late now
For nursery rhymes.
