John Lawless Poet Verse

Toot, Whistle, Bang, Harrumph

Toot, Whistle, Bang, Harrumph


Short days turn into weeks
months melding into years
ever endless changes
the numbers and the fears

new things growing older
wisdom’s elders cast aside
for aging is the future
youth cannot abide.



John G. Lawless
12/29/2015

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Funom Makama January 14, 2016 at 10:49 AM #7 truly underrates this magnificent piece.. Absolutely brilliant John Lawless January 16, 2016 at 9:17 AM thanks for the high mark and kind words Funom

White Sage December 31, 2015 at 5:58 PM I agree with Catie...the words are mesmerizing John Lawless January 6, 2016 at 8:31 AM thanks for stopping by to read and comment.