Dedicated to Polllardii
Living a Lie
is better you might say
Than to Survive
Perhaps Thrive
On
Water Under The Bridge ,
As we dream of
A Bed Story
Cover me if you Please
Finding Glory in the
Poems that makes you smile
Altough it's been a while
Since chasing Driftwood
Tasting a salty summer's wind
With the ones we hold Dear.
Yet
There's no Accounting for Love
Indeed I have sinned
But I could only long for absolution,
on the park benches of home near.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
