Monday, January 14, 2008

Owed to youth.

Little girl,
Little girl,
Tell me of your woes.
For I am old,
With time to spare,
And nowhere else to go.

Dying man,
Dying man,
I've not a thing to say.
The days are full of hazy sun,
And I've got time to play.

Think I'll always drink too much coffee.

1 comment:

Digital Flower Pictures said...

That is a cool coffee picture. Funny thing about coffee if I have too much I get really tired.