A Riddle of Rest

Then a thought occurs
Of course you don’t believe me
Today I do not

Even a fool fails
To maintain hope through the storm
But he can retain

He remembers how
To stoop down and pick hope up
Then whistle and walk

I wish that were it
The action seems so easy
But every mooooommmeeeeennnnnntttt

Old familiar tricks
Wasn’t circular time mine?
Either way well played

Then ‘each’ knew ‘other’
The lack of sense sharpened it
Twins dressed like a bull

A silly costume
But it worked so freakin’ well
Walls/doors stood no chance

The grand finale
‘Twas precisely imagined
And to each their own


~ by songoflove on February 23, 2017.

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