Monday, May 24, 2010


Spring days bring us troubled lads
Souls abound and lives that had,
Along the horizon I see
Sunshine and folks gone lost,

Semblance strikes with but a beam
With a rush of energy,
The slow spring brings forth new days
They come with second chances,
On the hour I admit
They must come and come again,

But if I must choose a line
If not a path this one day,
May my soul hath acquire
The likes of the sun instead,
Not the beams of the one day
For night comes with just a turn

1 comment:

JAY said...

almost trumped the beer poem?