Stay the Hand

Stay The Hand Send not evil word reapers chasing me I the lover of every lovely tree Stay the hand of a very fickle fate I the saddest victim hit as of late Erase the ravages of father time I the fool that writes so clever in rhyme Staying the cut that ever seeks to slay I the artist writing no epic play Slice not lonely heart resting within me I the clown so desperate to just flee Staying a direct hit that would so crush I the writer always in a big rush Send no blades slicing into my sad words As I tend them into my little herds! Robert J. Lindley 08-21-2014 note: Stayed up late to crank one out. Drank a very cold brew . This is what I threw. Just took my last med, time to hit tha' old bed...