I understand you wish it were
The fact though is, it’s not
It isn’t now, can you see how
A little’s not a lot.
A little isn’t anything,
But nothing much at all.
And empty lives inflate
And preen like pride before the fall.
So hold your ground and follow me
Together, far apart.
United fragments of the whole,
Divided from the start.
© Copyright Philip Barton 25th March 2018. All rights reserved.
