Thoughts and Dreams
Just some, perhaps, not..... all.
A mere few.
Today’s, and yesterday’s.
Good ..... times, bad...... times
But I’d trade em all, for.
Another shot with you, in the morrow.
I smelled,
a long dead, stale ......cigarette.
I saw the heavens lit
By stars, that are, no longer there.
I felt my heart stop.
As I sighed for a love, I’d lost.
Who tells me to shush....?
When time, has run out.
When, there are ..... no morrows left.
Who then, ends .....
the dreams
Of an old man.
Giajl © Jim Love