hey old friend, do you feel alone?
when the pills stop working and the phone won’t ring
uh oh, your mind’s hollow, did the lease expire?
when night falls, does your day conspire?
I know sometimes the bottle tastes sweeter than the blood
that you swallow and spit when feeling unloved
but you should know, there’s a mountain higher
beyond hurt, is your heart’s desire.
when hollow thoughts find you in the middle of the night
just remember there’s a horizon full of light
don’t go, I can see your mind is tired
hold on, your struggles will soon retire.
Rikki don’t lose that number . . .
Don't give it up, David....those are the links of poems that tie us all together....
Cheers and ever-synergizing,
Tom
PS: And sorry for my left outs!