You can’t consider living until you’ve done your share of dying and you’re not dead nearly long enough for that
you’ll kid yourself you’re minto just to go out with the beau who’s got the biggest reputation,
wiring up the footnotes to the signals at the station
the express can wait a mo’ or two for me
the faster soonest said is the least I ever read on the back
of cornflake boxes in my youth.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.