Sicks and Stones

[along-for-the-ride]

Here's a small poem I wrote years ago.

"Gossip not of me tomorrow..

when I'm gone and far way.

I'll return at last of twilight..

when you've nothing more to say."

I titled it "Knowing Better"

[minks]

Pinky;544495 wrote: Somehow I didn't think anyone would be brave enough to reply to this one.:rolleyes:


no Bravery necessary, tis a grand poem sounds like it comes from a tortured soul