Sarah Three

Can you identify, that easy thing, between moon and sky, what has been emptied, makes other parts slink, by this dockside, you don't need an inquiry, where truth is bling, and then buried, who needs a dime, when we all drink, at rich man's good time, some drive a Chevrolet, laugh as they fling, what makes them happy, each walk of life, ends in a blink, some kiss their wives, in summer's twilight, you might hear it ring, a bell on a kite, where all thoughts lie.