Savings of words

Some unheard

Savings of love

Pleasure above



Savings of cash

So much stash

Savings of pics

Some do stick



Savings of tunes

Sung under moon

Savings of souvenirs

Some bring few tears



Savings of drawn art

Sketches in the dark

Savings of wishbones

To break when alone



Savings of papers ...

Filling house shapen

By all these mementos

Their implements, too



Instruments to make

All these saves raked

Within the confines

Of a life which shines



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

9:25am Tuesday April 28th, 1998