When my cup is running over with regret
The darkness is more lonesome than ever
As the gods stopped making the light shine a long time ago
I wish for no more than this task
Grace will be given upon us
By the time the birds have sung their last tune the wind cries
And with a blessing it can be over
Unbent and shining
Still mourning order 66
One thing you can’t hide-is when you’re crippled inside.
My wife didn’t appreciate my fridge magnet poem.
There are some people who could leave and take a part of me with them