The title was missing.
but I didn’t care
there was
nothing to write of and
I wasn’t there
who saw me then
when men sleep?
did I dream of the widow as
I watched her weep
for the sons that had passed
or the dreams she would
keep?
the title meant nothing anyway
it was a throwaway,
on a better
day
I could have done more,
but
this was not a better day
it was a day for saints to
skate on thin ice and
show off their talents.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.
