a moment passes and the light will change
we see the pinkish colour slowly fade
in the mid-distance the morning parade
continues all commuters to derange
what stays the same and what will one day change
are matters that should make us all afraid
even the ones who know they'll make the grade
fear moments when the stable becomes strange
the deepest heat fades swiftly to the past
we turn to duty and to common task
and wait for footsteps coming down the hall
your wants are simple but respite won't last
you make demands and get just what you ask
but never invitations to the ball
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
29 August 2007
much too early
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