Saturday, March 17, 2007

Promises


The promises we make,
Are the ones we never keep;
Tried to bake and eat the cake,
Sowing, unknowing what we reap;

A car with multiple drivers’ seats,
A multiplex with a single screen;
To tinsel town starlet’s been,
Fancy restaurants, eating putrid meats;

2 comments:

Hawkmoon said...

Promises. Have never loved and hated a word with the same unrestrained passion. I love the way they question my will. I hate the fact that I never have answers.

I like your perspective though.

The Parish said...

hawkmoon, I wish I liked my present perspective, though . . .