Last night I saw you stir,
you were half asleep as I was,
listless because life's
a dreary affair, what thoughts
you have of me I do not know,
but the flowers weep no more,

It was your hand that made the sign
and I looked the other way,
old dreams must die someday,
I sighed but still
I listened to the warm words
rise like smoke from your lips,
dead muse that walks again,

if all you tear
from age-old skin
is a shard
of broken glass

then how
will bravery
flow, through
tired brows

my dear
look me in the eye
and profess
i am not crying

for crying
is for the meek

and do not sing
as dawn cracks
heavy

for i raised you better
than to be a fool
frolicking in the grass

I like this

This was eloquently written
Rhymes well in my poetic ear
Not knowing what a Quatern is
Neither I before Stan's contest.

A desire, a want and hope
This was eloquently written
Like lantern with darkness, elope
From within, your desire glow.

I'd love to come alongside you
To glow in this poetic art
This was eloquently written
No, it is not wrong to think so.

It's time for a new vehicle
Click, click, bang, bang it's a clunker
The struts and ball bearings clicking
It's a nightmare driving this car.

Not knowing when I'll be stranded
It's time for a new vehicle
Never trust family mechanics
They just might take you for granted.

Finally have deed and title
Five years of payments, paid in full
It's time for a new vehicle
My Aveo is a clunker.