In willows care I find you there Life is as empty as is the day tears are said and paid instead with memories that won't go away grass is green with dew left to play
Old rope is hanging down tire round Life spins like the top of your impish smile still can see you there swinging in the air my heart leaps up to the sky with you in willows care I find you swinging there free from travesty without a care
Crippled now tied to bed no place to rest your head Oh how much pain can I with stain I cry in vain Memories scream at me trapped in this vanity Money keeps you there nobody cares How I want to take you home with me Kids yell pop gotta go
I cry for you and weep for me each has a wooden bowl carved from a cold soul and soon we will be free of this reality
Really this is a touching poem Walter and you excell in these.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2005
Tough, tough piece, this one. Reality sometimes is taken with a jab in the kidnesy. i really liked this, there was a section of it that hit a little close to home.
Modern labour theories and practice. Covers issues like employment, unemployment, migration, brain drain, entrepreneurship, workaholism, and trade unions.
While Debtors prisons no longer exist, many people continue to be persecuted for crimes related to poverty or inability to repay money owed to municipalities. This practice remains in an injustice that needs to be rectified.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Love Tinka