~.~.
A babe so helpless lost and small?
What is wrong my Love
Why this song of Love?
Gypsy wanderers spooky ghosts of Life on a nervous road
Stringing children after them to live a haunted caravan of souls,
Who is this child that has grown?
Now she listens to your music
The timbre of your voice when you were once who sang
Long ago
The words and guitars rang with a resonant, quavering control
It is so
Like the world to bewilder all the children and beguile
The hand that is raised to break their hearts
Is the hand that plays Heaven and Hell to create Art,
Why would she
How could he
Be so lost and dark
Leaving such a mark
Upon
A babe so helpless and small
Why this song of Love
What is wrong my Love?
Why would they bring a child into this world
Who is this child that has grown?
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-06-23 at 02:41
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Child That Has Grown
Why would they bring a child into the worldA babe so helpless lost and small?
What is wrong my Love
Why this song of Love?
Gypsy wanderers spooky ghosts of Life on a nervous road
Stringing children after them to live a haunted caravan of souls,
Who is this child that has grown?
Now she listens to your music
The timbre of your voice when you were once who sang
Long ago
The words and guitars rang with a resonant, quavering control
It is so
Like the world to bewilder all the children and beguile
The hand that is raised to break their hearts
Is the hand that plays Heaven and Hell to create Art,
Why would she
How could he
Be so lost and dark
Leaving such a mark
Upon
A babe so helpless and small
Why this song of Love
What is wrong my Love?
Why would they bring a child into this world
Who is this child that has grown?
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1335 times
Written on 2015-06-23 at 02:41
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