Friday, January 04, 2013


He's locked inside a tiny room
his cubicle of gloom
deciding: should he laugh at doom
or sow his dreams to bloom?

The skirmish in his mind is brief
and not without some grief
but then he's bolstered by belief
and starts another leaf.


ariverflowsby said...

I'm tastin' a bit of thee Irish in this one, Bob. Good work.

Brian Miller said...

sew the dreams..
and start digging a tunnel with a spoon.


rch said...

Thanks Richard, there is a wee bit o Irish in me blood ; )

Hey Brian, I just keep digging : D