The weekend dead and buried, the week ahead looks hairy

Oh much to do in little time, here’s not the place to fall behind,

The marks that mark the passing of a much beloved dream,

With every hopeful falling to the dust so it would seem,

That life she twists and turns and pulls,

And in her midst she gathers fools,

And leaves a path of starry eyed idealists in her wake,

Lets hope she learns more gentle means for her reluctant sake…



*~ L. Alexander Carlé