Comments about bennett Lottman
Hearts filled with holes and gashes.
Our headstones lined with dates and dashes.
To all of us a right of passage only masked by the end.
What is a friend?
What do we count on?
A piece of paper and pen, our hands, the clock,
watching the sun drift across the sky
Wishing this minute, hour, day would end!
But to what end?
The last breath until eternal shut eye?
We have one life, there is no living only once;
We live every day.
We die once upon a time life isn’t sweet.
We will never live in that nursery rhyme!
Not a movie no white picket ...