Randy's Poem

"Randy's Poem"

One was for wisdom.

None won.

Won is the one.

Two glass eyes.

The starry night.

A far right.

A loose fit tight.

Upper sight.

The sun shone bright.

It’s time for me to put my daughter to bed.

Don’t blow your beautiful head.

Dream about loving instead.

Join up with the living.

Not Jerry’s Grateful Dead.

If you can, stay well fed.

Jon Billet

Sunday- May Twenty Third Two Thousand Fifteen