Saturday, December 10, 2011

Bitter, breaking, bland and brash-
A censored thought is outward cast,
Time so senseless and time deprived
has often passed with one surprised,
Tick tock... tick tock... the moments never to be regained.

Brilliant, bold, beastly, broad,
Now eyes cast downward as they trod,
Once so youthful with more to give,
Struggle now for breath to live,
Back and forth... Back and forth... the motions seem the same.

Love,
Tom

1 comment:

Nick said...

Words of many of our lives the past few weeks...well done.