Saturday, June 12, 2010

The Humble Mans Odyssey


through the cold and unfaithful street
we slowly migrate to new things
that perhaps we do not want to change
but the fact of mortality and of
our inescapable & trivial size
leaves us with out escape

post modern verse

Cold in the street and filth
We are gradually moving to new
That maybe we do not change
But the fact of death
Our inevitable and smaller
Away and leaves us

No comments: