Living the dream
Not always beams
Seemingly no cares
Life's full of dares ...
Waves on strolls past?
Not always the task ...
Salutations offered?
Exchanges stoppered
Quarter century here
Yet a life full of tears
Lonely heart alone
Shut up in a home
Filled with wonder
And so little thunder
Comes with sharing
When in good pairing
Reaching out arms
But all see alarms
Instead of beauty
Talent and duty
When will it all stop?
All the shaggy mops
Folks use to clean
Away those dreams
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
8:17am Monday April 27th, 1998