Dead Truths
but then again the dead will try,
to get your attention by and by,
the lightest touch you surely feel,
ask the question, is it real,
as my Dad said when he came by,
"white ants up in the corner, WHY. "
we wither on the human vine,
but spiritually we're doing fine,
to suffer of and reap your fate,
till death is cleaning of the slate,
time to drink some wine...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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