Then

Wordy wordy lordy lordy

Regrets I’ve bundled, wrapped in hope

and set aflame to warm myself

at night as fire side burns so bright

with what and if and maybe so.

 

Instead I choose a path of is

and simply tis just how it goes

and from my tongue hyperbole

flows as the streams of passing time.

 

And cinders drift into the sky

as light illuminates my face

deep lined with things I now forget

and carefree watch them pass me by.

 

 

Author: Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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