Beyond the faded trees of our youth,
there lies a promise both self-deserving
and patient.
Friends give us fragments of what
we need.
Favored words slip ever so softly
in the dead of night.
We hunt those foot steps of jealousy
only to fall flat on our faces.
Gifted is the world, unfortunately
no one seems to notice.
My love, honor, peace of mind, and
goodwill are all that I keep semi-golden.
Tomorrow will find me, it's
yesterday that has me unfounded. |
