When The Saints Come Marching In, Be One.

Buddy got pissed

Like Any one.

Face resembled

A man undone.

He wore his life and had become

An outcast to his own thought.

In fact, he had been caught

In a cul-de-sac where

There weren’t no back

There was only straight ahead.

And overcoming dread

Was the shortest way

To a brand new day

Where the sun shines bright

And there’s only night

When you’re full of it…

Ahh, the light!

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

You May Also Like

More From Author

+ There are no comments

Add yours

CommentLuv badge

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Subscribe without commenting