We loved big birth too much for
Christmas day sad telephone calls I
don't lose my composure often I
say my prayers I
gift my children through
these thirty years I
am a sober patriarch I
in this end lose to
this
cancer I
curse the healthy
young backs who are strong
backs for
trains and unfitted link back
directives but not directions which
are like dreams but not dream real not
dream real not
anything like the
No comments:
Post a Comment