Name here,
Sign here, sigh there,
Wear and tear of the town,
causes tearing of hair, baby
cries —
— closed eyes.
Lullabies sung,
Tumbling now
that standing up has come,
Standing on your own two cold feet,
good bye —
–I smell,
the Muffin Man,
hungry as I run to
Drury Lane, a girl or
a boy or something else holds me,
my body,
isn’t what it
was, I can’t run,
but I can sleep now forever,
with
closed eyes.
poetpri 