“ A Tear ” ~ too many ~

 

I’ve caused a tear

Or two, too many,

Thru all the years

Or most of every,

Admittedly clear

Be short of reason,

Thus sorry pleas

Not worth a penny

Nor a dime,

Save every time

There be sadness

Sure to follow,

Mostly mine!

 

“ Stop The Clock ” ~ I want off ~

 

Stop the clock

I want to get off,

Until I’ve caught

My sorry breath,

If not slow down

Till I have found,

My way around

This crazy race,

That can but lead

To injudicious waste,

In that grim place

Where rest in peace  

Hints neath the ground!