On a bus ride home
Or down a grocery store aisle,
You might meet
The most enticing lover
Of your transient life
Or encounter the hands
That will grip your throat
And extinguish your existence.
Something I have often thought but you have put it to paper very well, Steve
In other words, Uriah, short of a stampede of wild sheep down 42nd & Vine, Manhattan....We should anticipate anything ! ? ...lol..I get the Picture, U.H.! NICE PENNING''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''fjr
In other words, Uriah, short of a stampede of wild sheep down 42nd & Vine, Manhattan....We should anticipate anything ! ? ...lol..I get the Picture, U.H.! NICE PENNING''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''fjr
Very thought provoking.Walk in the sun today, for you may not have tomorrow. Take care, Uriah. Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was scary.............................