A Day In The Life Poem by Bill Cantrell

Deep, deep
in the belly of the day,
always tossed by endless waves
As the night changes guard,
i walk aimlessly in this horrific stench
Why is it that in the prime of my youth,
my senses were eons away from being this well tuned?
Oh if the day and night should come to terms,
to open its mouth?
Hurriedly I would speed across their backbone,
and as one leaps towards the jetty's,
he leaps
While falling, he takes a deep breath,
yes, the fresh taste of unadulterated air!
Do not dare to question!
You have not the right nor knowledge or insight!
He knew exactly what life meant,
He gutted love with the sharp knife of treachery
In the wake of tomorrow's death throes,
read the news, it only costs thirty pieces of silver