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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

It is, as it seem

It is, as it seem
C.R Bowman

Your head should be in your hands,
hung low with thorny shame.
Another time you would
have humored the crowd
with the grand theatrics
of one who gives a shit.
But as we both know
time rides both sides of the wave
always crashing ashore,
gathering the dead and the living
forcing them back into
the safety of Mother Nature’s salty womb.
Oh, do your wounds sting?
Do you smile at the pain?
Is it your way to reconcile
all your worldly fame?
It is, as it seems you say.
Time always rides both sides of the wave.
Oh yeah…washing away the past and present
Leaving us beached licking our mortal wounds.