The trouble with poem
What great walks take we
with doubtful minds
and silver beaded curtains
And what do we see there
in the mist and shadow
long remembered creatures of comfort
that content us like a lazy, amber lagoon
or perhaps spectacles and afghans in twisted visions
seeing what might be in store and out of stock
Whatever tis
we keep it with us
closed to our hearts and out of
sight
And you would not unlikely pass us with a smile and a nod
Politely ignoring the banshee wail
of our lost souls
with doubtful minds
and silver beaded curtains
And what do we see there
in the mist and shadow
long remembered creatures of comfort
that content us like a lazy, amber lagoon
or perhaps spectacles and afghans in twisted visions
seeing what might be in store and out of stock
Whatever tis
we keep it with us
closed to our hearts and out of
sight
And you would not unlikely pass us with a smile and a nod
Politely ignoring the banshee wail
of our lost souls