Deftly steamrolled, I fell down, And as you turned and walked away, My head rolled cleanly to the right, My heart; the other way. They swept me up like Humpty Dumpty And put me on a window sill. Like an apple pie (half baked), Here is where I'm sitting, still. Like loosely scattered pocket change, Some of me is everywhere, But as I lie under the sun, I suddenly become aware-- Though I need time to pull myself together, I know I can't stay on the bench forever.
We break the ceiling and grin and gasp and redefine life for the ones who have merely lived it.
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