boot

The weekend

What..in truth is anything 
When all has turned to ruin 
Solid based..time\'s now erased 
The rock...where all began 

Turned to sand 

Ground to dust ..the hardworn trust...
Misgivings... shroud the scene 
Is it..could it..be a dream? 
In fact..tis

Broken we

Easy said...replacement 
But who replaces life? 
Takes twenty years to know a soul 
A click..a pic..short bio post

Surely won\'t suffice 

Those.. entwined for decades 
Know each others in\'s and out\'s 
Wine spurred..hard words are pointy
This battle field...be scarred 

Okay..I give..I\'d rather live 

And tomorrow..mow the yard