Running of the Bull

Line up the days
They plunge into a pool
The wetness of existence
Drowns every simple fool
March to the corner
Wave around your thoughts
Collect them all together
All your crosses and noughts
Tomorrow may be empty
Today has belly is full
See the people vote and hide
The running of the bull
Young men donít remember
Old men canít forget
And those in-between
Are too smart to even bet
But what is done is done
What was not hides from view
It peeks around that corner
Disguised as something new

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-07 at 14:38

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Nancy Sikora The PoetBay support member heart!
I feel we'll all be trampled.