As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Dreams of Old Men


Come in whispers and sighs

Hope is a

Mortgage

In its final year

Regret

Is the third cousin who

Borrows

What he'll never return

Love

Hikes up the corners of the mouth

Like a saggy pair of

Jeans

Promises are lucky pennies

And

To this big potluck

He brings his dish-to-pass

Made with a

Recipe

He wishes not so much to be

Right

As to be kind


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