Life in the Sun

It’s a matter of reach

Life in the Sun.

Life is a beach,

Management on the run.

Hands in the air

Feet on the ground

Responsibility without care

Everyone look around.

Heat of the sun

Melts me away

String comes undone

Boys at play.

Darkness descending

Thunder and tears

Sowers are mending

See through our ears.

Lost in the dark

Smiling teeth

Contrasts are stark

Will is weak

Feel through our eyes

Stand on our heads

No smell surprise

Something is dead!

Craig (16/12/97)

 Copyright Craig Buller 1997. All rights reserved