Love that holds
beauty that beholds
suspicion that withholds
being these in hold
one goes about bold
has to be told
not to fold
opportunity is gold
whilst it is rolled
grab it before it becomes cold
a practice of old.
Love that holds
beauty that beholds
suspicion that withholds
being these in hold
one goes about bold
has to be told
not to fold
opportunity is gold
whilst it is rolled
grab it before it becomes cold
a practice of old.
Gliding through the slippery flow,
Playing with the fluffy glow ,
I do really know.
Dashing against a hail storm,
Overthrown by the brainstorm,
Tossed by the misinform,
I do simply inform.
Dashing through the flash flood
Ambushed in the slushy mud
Soaked in bath of blood,
I do ever bud.
Dashing through the traffic,
Going by the geographic,
Capturing pictures graphic,
I do no epigraphic.
Dashing through the crowd,
Shouting slogans aloud,
Holding a flag aboard,
I never vowed.
Dashing through indignation,
Throwing tantrums in designation.
Heaving in desperation,
Dashing through merriment,
Enjoying the royal treatment,
Lapped in a comfortable predicament.
I solicit a refreshment..
Day in and day out,
Things come to a float,
Nothing so particular ,
Noticing none familiar,
Doing nothing specific,
Making none terrific,
Keeping nothing immaculate,
Inducing none to percolate,
Steering nothing important
Driving none significant,
Waking up to the routine,
Living slowly in between,
Thinking of the future,
Brooding over the closure,
Eating a bland food
Drinking an iced brood
Loitering out aimless,
Carousing over meaningless,
Yet it is a similar day.
Though we call it another day