A fireman came
to get the cat
out of the tree of my mind.
I thanked him.
A fireman came
to get the cat
out of the tree of my mind.
I thanked him.
I don’t know,
this is just a poem
Who is fencing in or out
what I may ask or don’t
I didn’t mean to be mean!
Please, my soul
has gotten rotten.
Help me, Lord,
to heal it true.
When you put the heat to them
A thousand leaves are left.
Three are falling now.
After all these years,
that you still don’t understand these things!
He who waits for what
God does not give
fidgets
I went looking for
the shoot that wanted watering
but the tiller has sunk
it within me