Wild child, I'm sorry to say - <br />You must not crayon me no more <br />Nor can we place a time to play. <br />No longer can you be a hermit hardcore. <br /> <br />And why to your mother you protest so loud? <br />Do you not understand real is truly real? <br />Real friendship, <br />Is sung with a sweet sound <br />That time by time never loses appeal. <br />My time is a time of a man hanging on the thin tip <br />Of a crumbling cliff. <br /> <br />So just end me with a whiff <br />And now life you live.<br /><br />J.R. Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-invisible-friend/
