tired of body, <br />tired of soul, <br />so much to do, <br />so much left undone... <br /> <br />the cup of life spilling over, <br />the latch on the door locked. <br />the taste of moonlight, <br />and long green grass.... <br /> <br />paper stacked on paper, <br />the candle nearly burnt down. <br />the smell of love, the feel of the cliff, <br />and the song that never ends!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-that-never-ends/
