Promises made, and promises broken
Dedication of soul, not at all mistaken
Dealing with things in ordered sequence
Sounding out thoughts without secrets
Sharing who you are and what you be
A lively soul, always living so very free
Being as open as can be to all comers
For only when that way, do you trumpet
Blowing a horn, wailing with good sound
So much so, others desire to be around
Live life this way and goodness abounds
Try it yourself, and see if you don't bound
- Tristram
Christopher W. Thomas
10:40am Mon. Feb. 23rd, 1998