River Gazing

A crazy world has lost it’s solitude; the comfort in a crowd is where it’s great, and all those childhood values once pursued, appear to have succumbed to modern trait. Befriend a dog, and you have won a mate, they’ll comfort you through life, and you through there’s, and for you the crowds of comfort have to wait, as you cement a bond that no one shares. But the ravages of time, and death almost due, no turning back the clock, or magic hand can unite us in a world that we both knew; now it’s river walks alone along the sand. What I should see is water flowing by, but it’s images of Tom, that catch my eye.