Drizzle patters thru the heart

Daggers thrown hard to start

Child-minds making their way

Foolish people having their say



Not understanding word-plays

Attacking with so much pain

Folly we are to those immature

Who probably'll have no future



For they know only how to inflict

The pain they feel - to inderdict

And we stare aghast back at 'em

As nothing at all has caused claim



On their minds, than their own fuel

Which drives them to become fools

And so rain accrues in large pools

As heart aches from things so cruel



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

5:40pm Thursday April 8th, 1998