Honorable promises
Lost like coins in a wishing well,
I am a man of my words.
Presence of poisoned water
In the morning coffee,
The future is the pariah,
no longer suicidal.
And I’m still loose
change falling down the well.
radically taking on sideburns and reality
the poets
1 comment:
I think the future holds good things for you. I surely do.
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