There are no heroes here
Just the walking wounded and barely conscious
Amongst those intended to serve
There is no glory here
Just the blinded bearers of consequences
Who reap more than they could deserve
The light of day makes it go astray
The light brings it all into view
The dark of night brings it into sight
The dark makes it troubled and true
There’ll be no sleep in here
Just the ghosts of worry for all tomorrows
For all that is done and undone
There is no joy in here
Just a ship of fools sailing out of harbor
Who silently cry for no one
tjp 5/10/09
Just the walking wounded and barely conscious
Amongst those intended to serve
There is no glory here
Just the blinded bearers of consequences
Who reap more than they could deserve
The light of day makes it go astray
The light brings it all into view
The dark of night brings it into sight
The dark makes it troubled and true
There’ll be no sleep in here
Just the ghosts of worry for all tomorrows
For all that is done and undone
There is no joy in here
Just a ship of fools sailing out of harbor
Who silently cry for no one
tjp 5/10/09
3 comments:
nice . . . love the last stanza . . .
love the artwork.
Can I tell you that I so needed to show this to about 4 people that I work with tonight!!! Talk about ship of fools . . .
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