Tit Bits #2

The apple I ate today was pure white

did I do wrong, or was I right

to have the adulterated bite

knowing all eyes have imperfect insight

 

It’s a crying shame

that dreams aren’t the same

who’s to blame

for this loveless game

please give us some hope

so we may live to cope

 

The cracks are dark holes

chasms to the soul

leaking emotions of old

needing warmth from the cold

 

We all have our worth

here on mother earth.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018