woensdag 5 december 2007

The train of missed opportunities

Visiting all the wagons in a drunken brawl
Not realizing what is not in the picture
Only later on, missing the station
A pair of eyes in the distance
A fragment of laughter

Is it ever too late?
I can still go back and make the change
I'm only twenty
said the nonagenarian, rising from his bed, falling over his muscleless legs
and breaking his hip

2 opmerkingen:

  1. just discoverd your blog!
    fine impression(s), will read more.
    best regards
    sam renseiw

  2. "When the train runs through your back yard, its hard to stay in any one place,

    Knicked from John Sinclair, talking of the early Bluesman who wd/ jump a boxcar to Chicago or someother place...

    You loose thoughts reminded me.

    Do the broken hip hop....