"Go near to listen rather than to offer the sacrifice of fools"
Pale eyelashes bat against
high storm winds-
I got nothing on You
Roll up all my friends and followers
like balls of icy snow
throw them at my mound of failures
and they got nothing
Now we are wet and cold
wet and cold and old age sets into children's faces
before we had a hope to fight
tiredness sets in to our children's faces
falling into their dinner plates
Pale eyelashes battling against
high storm winds
I got nothing on You