COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Inoculating
25, I was alive
but I thought I was old.
At 32, I had the blues,
but I was happy.
Now 38,
things are great,
but they could
be better.
I miss you,
you know who
you are,
you do.
As we age,
as we decay,
somethings change
and some things stay the same.
Newer Post
Older Post
Home