Random occassional poem written on my typewriter
Darkness has descended on my garden for the night.
The deadly glow of my half-lit cigarette
Is no match for the sun that will warm it again tomorrow.
That is the magic of time:
No cognizable darkness can ever be forever.
This entry was posted on September 22, 2009 by Baron S. Cameron. It was filed under Straight from The Bear's loud mouth (insane ramblings disguised as social commentary) and was tagged with Baron S. Cameron, British Columbia, Canada, contrarian, loud mouth, loudmouth bear, vancouver, writing.