The Patient Pantaloon
The Patient Pantaloon
Nick Rush
With your dangling bells, and your trepid smile, your harlequin eyes, burn like coal
With your windy heart, and your unguided fate, beyond sheer truth, lies a lost riddle
With your sunshine oozing through your tempest mask, boulders on both shoulders
WIth your silhouette pressing from your feet to the floor, much colder each day older
With your enchanted soul, and your abstract sight, blocked by shadows, due to rue
With your tangled thoughts, and your addled love, dolefulness heavy, que the blues
With that said you live to fight another day, or fight to live, which way will you sway?
With the glass half empty, still you can sip, imagine there is nothing, not even a drip.
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