New Book
At the beginning of a new book
With the idea of reading and understanding,
I pray my brain does not overcook,
As I am talking and reading.
Flipping pages, the story becomes fun
As each line keeps me laughing
But my mood drops as someone pulls a gun
The stories becomes more like a tragedy
From night falls with an unearned run
My passion is dragged away from the comedy
As a swing my head from left to right with a look
I lost the flow of this beautiful remedy
Copyright © Amin Tres | Year Posted 2010
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