The Last Word
Right.
When the air is clear,
Not quite as blue
And every other problem
Isn’t you,
When the demon lit
Calms the hue
And allows another point of view-
Then I’ll grind the shells
Beneath my shoe
And I’ll hope it’s not too late
And worth the wait.
Also-
Get some bin bags.
Cathy
Thu 28th Mar 2013 11:42
Thanks Harry. A great moment when a rhyme came and prevented an argument escalating.