Should I be thankful it burned so brightly at first, Or realize what should last, can’t happen too fast, Or laugh at symbolic rituals of milk and sugar, A sweet potion, we’re to dissolve to become. Harboring a woe in my prayer I wish you knew, Fear of becoming “water under the bridge” for you,… Read More Honor


Worn like a million years of tiredness Creases of my smile have been resting for while Strong and awesome, no big game is this mess, But tired, so don’t test my strength any more Age, a small number still Years, many more to come, I hope, Fill me with glory, cheer and thrill, Like age… Read More Tired