TEENAGE
While in it we wandered
Forgot our ways they wondered
Now in the light I ponder
Those days I messed were tender.
It baffles to see the younger
Teens in the things beffalling
The rate of it appalling
Why in the world we linger.
The poet's world is about
The sun's last Rev
We pray we don't prey
For the teen are all ours.
THE LORES FOUGHT NOW
Links from a diary.
Sunday 5 January 2014
Wednesday 4 December 2013
KIDS
Their eyes are light complexioned
As innocent as their names
They recognize the normal
And run from the mad.
As innocent as their names
They recognize the normal
And run from the mad.
Tuesday 3 December 2013
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