this way to back

Writing lines for songs that’ll never be sung
braiding ropes for bells that can never be rung

Reading acts for a play that’ll never be seen
conjuring parts for artistes who never have been

Writing words for books that’ll never be read
whispering thoughts ‘bout love that already is dead

Hawking sorrys for hurts that can never be healed
open bitter old wounds that always unsealed

Blowing kisses at babes that can never be held
saving acorns for trees that already be felled

Hoarding money for treats that’ll never be bought
waiting hard for regrets that’ll never be thought

Sifting sand for a gold that’ll never be mined
hoping true for a peace that’ll never be find

Walking miles towards dreams that’ll always seem mist
longing soon to be more than merely exist .

Thought First

Poor prize cost another’s tears
then dread ‘was it right ?’ for all future years

Awful act curses baby for rest of time
Splatters all watchers, bathe too in slime

Can ought be undone? Cry they in sad rhyme
No! Screams the Angel of Unforgivable Crime

So listen well who ‘ere thou art
think hard fore breaking child’s fragile heart