morning thoughts blur the vision
future worries abound
laws of the land avoided
entering without prohibitions
life looms low over the horizon
birds fly south in droves...
we send out alarms of concern
no one listens to our sounds
birds feed on the ground when hungry
we rely on neighborly gifts,
far from the land of hope and faith
our forefathers opened for us...
tears of the dead fill their graves
waterlogged feelings prevail,
we know not what we know not
nor do we care anymore...
time is the devil that preys
on us all, sometimes taking us
earlier than we planned
and no amount of insurance
will ever make us feel better unless
has no signs of any red red skies.
April 25, 2023
No comments:
Post a Comment