My voice is Lost,no longer will I
Know, that.
Sometimes, for some of us.
Tomorrow .......
Is just, too .......far away.
Who cares, of tomorrow ?
Don't..... let me, die alone.
Come, meet me ....
and we'll drink, until I'm gone.
We'll drink, for yesterday's, and do, all our living, today.
For, what is done, is ....done !
And, we are, who ....,we are.
And'll be, nothing more.
So, save me, from the sunrise.
Sweet Calliope, has consumed me !
And I hear, the magpies....
As they
Sing.
Giajl © Jim Love