I left some things on a shelf that need to be gathered. Threw the door shut too soon,and dragged my coat tail through the mud for miles. Wondered why the light stayed on, and thought to myself isn’t it odd I’m not getting warmed on this long ride.
Gave a poor man a buck, thought that it was grand but then thought it was not enough, for I felt like the one with the most reward. Sweaters stretch out in the summer, for when you are not wearing that armor the body defends itself against all intruders.
Conforming mist rolls into the memory of glorious victors of past wars. Those on the battle fronts look back no more. Frightened children expect the worst when parents give no more. We left our love in catered fences,and scattered our dreams like clouded grimaces of hope, and somewhere along the way life went on without us.
Stop hearts beating in rhyme, for others are jolted into ours. Revolving for kings, answering to queens, and gesturing the jesters of time.
I left some things on a shelf that need to be gathered.