Wander
Why does this time pale and creak,
some old maiden finally ravaged,
deep wounds flow unnoticed-
white crossed - red
This time should be wander,
but visions have passed for rates-
the next day - today unending...
Time has taken a walk,
left us full of failed with plans-
only today sustained - they say--
we must live
live with yesterday
sorrow incarnate
There was something in that time-
promised tomorrow-
but too much is hanging--
who will pluck it off
who will pluck it off
in these days of rates
Why does this time pale and creak,
(No different that the past - the next will wait,
left too long before the virgin feast) --
Abandoned--
We've just our thumbs to twiddle
Too long unnoticed the blood dries
caked-
who will peal it off
who will peal it off
They too will groan - or forget -
forget
forget
forget
twiddle twiddle
twiddle dee twiddle dee
twiddle dee dum
dee dum
dee dum
dee dum
and forget
We are no different
but we thought-
We are no different,
but someone said once...
-and the blood lies--
but for the rates
twiddle dee
dee dum
dee dum
Grand Island
1974
Grand Island Series
©1974 Wander— Joseph W. Yarbrough
Reproduction prohibited without written permission.
some old maiden finally ravaged,
deep wounds flow unnoticed-
white crossed - red
This time should be wander,
but visions have passed for rates-
the next day - today unending...
Time has taken a walk,
left us full of failed with plans-
only today sustained - they say--
we must live
live with yesterday
sorrow incarnate
There was something in that time-
promised tomorrow-
but too much is hanging--
who will pluck it off
who will pluck it off
in these days of rates
Why does this time pale and creak,
(No different that the past - the next will wait,
left too long before the virgin feast) --
Abandoned--
We've just our thumbs to twiddle
Too long unnoticed the blood dries
caked-
who will peal it off
who will peal it off
They too will groan - or forget -
forget
forget
forget
twiddle twiddle
twiddle dee twiddle dee
twiddle dee dum
dee dum
dee dum
dee dum
and forget
We are no different
but we thought-
We are no different,
but someone said once...
-and the blood lies--
but for the rates
twiddle dee
dee dum
dee dum
Grand Island
1974
Grand Island Series
©1974 Wander— Joseph W. Yarbrough
Reproduction prohibited without written permission.