Endless
A drip, a drop
To never stop
And never know its end.
A drip, a drop
On my forehead
My mind adrift I trend.
If I was old
And not so fit
My life, it soon would fail
But being not so
So on it goes
Drip, drop on down the trail.
posted by Brion Carroll | 8:05 PM
3 Comments:
You better not be doing this non-sense during company hours!!
Jake
That's a tough one since I am on the clock 24/7 - 365 a year :)
Brion
Brion,
I'll play the bongo while you read your poem on stage at the next spoken word show.
Avis
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