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Thursday, November 1, 2007

Skittering

You struggle hard to separate,
But turn around and join again.
Skittering for second place
And racing on to morning.

I feel nothing for you.
I like these quiet times.
I feel like it’s coming
For you and your kind.
Everyone is happier now…


You always want to measure up,
But you define the tally.
And your bid for posterity
Is stars and comets falling.

I feel nothing for you.
I like these quiet times.
I feel like it’s coming
For you and your kind.
Everyone is happier now…
Your season’s coming to an end.


I lay you down to sleep – say goodnight.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Amen to that!