light runs highways
from my eyes,
so heart won’t know
it’s blind,
no folding cane
to slow me
now,
lost in the core of
wind up town’s
decline,
as the clocks start
marching down
main street,
i run from any eye
tryin’ to hook
mine
and i’m pretty spry
on my cold
feet.
Grumpy Gorman
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so the heart won’t know it’s blind…. beautiful
For such a powerful instrument it’s sure an easy to pull the wool over. 😉 Thanks for taking the time to read and share. Stay safe!
So true… Loved your words..gliding came..Wow. keep that instrument writing. You take care
autocorrect 🙈… Loved your words.. Folding cane. How on earth does technology change that to gliding came! 😄
Clever! 🙂 Thanks for sharing your thoughts.. it’s much appreciated, as is your time. All the best!