Life’s lump lies in its coffin
Well before its time, to boot.
I put it there, you know,
Lest time should grab at the reins
Or hold a gun to my head.
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Beautiful, sad and intriguing,
there’s far too much pain and fear there!
March 20, 2010 at 3:37 pm
Loved it.
But are you sure you meant to say ‘reigns’ and not ‘reins’?
April 21, 2010 at 5:00 pm
ah! you are right! making amends
April 22, 2010 at 1:10 am