On a Dead Horse About Town

People never cease to amaze me

They come and they go Slipping in and out

You blink and they’re gone but when you really look you can fond out what they are all about.

If people were books They’d read like the rain Dripping with truth but smelling of pain.

Easily written from imagination They drowned in the waters of immortal saturation

If all were lost today 0r tomorrow, One would still read and the rest would still follow.