Oh! How the artist in me weeps
To see my craft perform and peak!
You see, this shape is how I roll;
Witness as I bare my soul.
If you really want the truth,
Let me break it down for you:
I've come to think that all of life
Is one long, bittersweet goodbye,
Where thoughts, like pennies, came and went
Like just so many common cents.
© 2009 Jubal Faircloth