Truss;-
Signs of wear and tear, gaps letting in air,
Moss is ever present, with the moon in crescent,
Nightshade, feeling the damp, must light the lamp,
In my palm a cramp, ever open to offer,
But alas all in vain, can’t stand the rain,
What if I sit and let time pass without word,
All you can hear is the sound of the absurd,
Strangers pass quietly not a sound, but a shift,
In space, as they are past, no shadows cast,
What if I sink, hang on a minute let me think,
Hoist the mane brace, the wind will carry,
Hope is this name of sirocco wind now hurry,
A few repairs will suffice, living on a bowl of rice,
Offerings of love are nice, think twice,
But go onto a new day, you know the way,
You’ve bin there before but never opened the door,
My feet are sore, in bed I snore, so off I go,
Giving thanks to so and so.
Anthony Mc Gann.
22/5/22.
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Truss;-
Signs of wear and tear, gaps letting in air,
Moss is ever present, with the moon in crescent,
Nightshade, feeling the damp, must light the lamp,
In my palm a cramp, ever open to offer,
But alas all in vain, can’t stand the rain,
What if I sit and let time pass without word,
All you can hear is the sound of the absurd,
Strangers pass quietly not a sound, but a shift,
In space, as they are past, no shadows cast,
What if I sink, hang on a minute let me think,
Hoist the mane brace, the wind will carry,
Hope is this name of sirocco wind now hurry,
A few repairs will suffice, living on a bowl of rice,
Offerings of love are nice, think twice,
But go onto a new day, you know the way,
You’ve bin there before but never opened the door,
My feet are sore, in bed I snore, so off I go,
Giving thanks to so and so.
Anthony Mc Gann.
22/5/22.