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By Chances are Date: 2002 Dec 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.21.04.47.2193]] |
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Today when I went down to the servo I came across a forgotten hero I thought, my God, maybe it isn't him And maybe it wasn't, at a quick skim But that nervous twitch and smile that he had Gave me imagination to think it was He gives me the hope that I can be bad And good, though not at the same time, because He is and isn't, he might or might not He's delightfully gorgeous and about It matters not a bit to me whether He does or he doesn't pluck my feathers I just couldn't help or avoid giving A slightly knowing and yet off-hand grin Because I never gave him cause to think I heard him, and it saved me from the brink |