Mister Wister

Mister Wister and his woeful eyes Only thinks about his own demise Purple blood under waxy skin Can’t you see he’s wearing thin? Mister Wister doesn’t cry Only looks beyond the sky In his brain where things are caught Scanned over, pulled real taught Mister Wister mustn’t move His bones might crack, skin will prune There was a time when he would dance Maybe again he’ll get the chance Once he came upon a wishing well Coins bountiful, water swell But in his pocket was nothing there All that he could do was stare Many meals once in his belly Why must he feel so empty? Sorrow of a fleeting dream His misery bound by wire seam What happened to all of his time? Did he throw it away, leave it behind? Only when the Sun might glow Will he find he’ll never know Take him as your lesson learned That life is lived, it isn’t earned