What Would We Mark Time With....
On impulse.
The weight, of history.
Sits heavy, on my shoulders......
For there's murder, in my soul.
No further middle, night time thoughts.
Nor, forgotten moods.
While music once helped dull the pain.
I have to wonder.
If misty eyes, had betrayed a heart.
And as all my sorrows, were now, drowned.
My thirst for life,to.....was quenched.
That natural progression of age.
When the bell,calls ......time.
It'll not fall upon deaf ears.
Today... I drank, for.....all my tomorrows.
For
I thought I'd heard
A tolling bell....
Giajl © Jim Love