Forlorn prose and Bleeding Rhyme...
There's never enough time, for our kids, our grandkids, our lovers, or significant others, so I wrote this poem: There's never enough time, Wanting you or not, I've solaced myself, Waiting for buses o Broadway, Getting me to my 9:00 x 5:00, My hat sometimes taking wing, My dress dancing to an... Sign in to see full entry.