Pardon all the shitty poems
some are better left unsaid
words that form and fall at random
from my troubled heart and head
Magically to manifest
then to vanish in the air
Leaving you to wonder whether
someone real was ever there
Forgive all the sordid details
of a life t’was lived half blind
and for those i may have harmed
but never meant to be unkind
Days are numbered though we slumber
heaven will not hesitate
Should we meet again up yonder
walk with me through Peter’s gate ~
Tick fever has me feeling very mortal these days. Have loved this Arlo Guthrie song for many years.. doesn’t get much play, so i hope you enjoy it ~
Lions Mane 