POEM OF 97

Rush of water
Brown and dark
Wave after wave
Taring the ground apart

Thoughts of what tomorrow might bring
More of what we don't need
Or is it what we need
We just can't see

Waters cold and cruel
Grow as the move
The emotionless flow of water where will it go

Blame the water for the destruction
When you lived in its way
Maybe it returns to reclaim its home

Strong of heart
Weak of soul
What we don't know
Be the ugly truth we hold

The cold water threats
The closer it gets
So many regrets
Closer and closer to the door
Bag after bag of sand
Will the wall hold

Without a fight, you will not go
Now it is a lack you own

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 1997 - 2018

SO COOL

You are so cool
In the things that you do
You are so cool
There is no one like you

I am a fool
To think I could be that cool
If I try too
It would embarrass you

You are so cool
From the heals on your boots
You are so cool
To the way you wear your suits

I got to prove
That my talents are worthy of you
Got to try
To make my own style

You are so cool
In the way that you walk
You are so cool
In the way that you talk

I got to hear
The words that inspire the mind
I got see
Your dove fly high

You are so cool
No one can be like you
You are so cool
These purple owmens are you


©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2018