Robert

I'll have you know, what people feel, almost in the bones, that jilted smile's a strain, squirming in the creel, they see it anyway, take your time and blow, this nights without a wheel, the river always flows, why ask for rain, peer in mountain streams, they won't crow your pain, nothing to bestow, with other crazy schemes, your life's no picture show, a long time away, to live without appeal, now face each coming day, you don't have to borrow, or see how you've been, stay to warm your toes, maybe dream.