There are rare times when I don't say much on my blog dear friends, but today is one of those times. If you find time in your busy schedule wherever you might find yourself today, please say a silent prayer for what could have been, if only...(and yes, the poem is written by me for him)John Train
The words roll through my brain
A tired heaving man
Eking out a sigh of pain
The greatness of the hour
Unorganized and confused
So witty and energetic
Now breathless and pathetic
Wasting away in a chair
Like a pile of rags
Too drunk to notice
Too weak to cower
Roaches
And
Shit
And
Paper
