A slight pale
A sliding scale
And Then, a momentary gale
A writers fail
A permanent lapse
A frequent slap
A fortune failed
An unfortunate waste
These are things
Bestowed upon us
Time changes
Tides…Turn
Lights fade
The moments fade
And then in passing
We turn and nod
For life has given us
It’s unforgiving fog
But if we take
The fortunes found
And turn them into
A blasting sound
A rave horn
A whistle
A cheer
A clap
A greet
A howl
A pat on the back
Take all these positives
And make them great
Remake a soul
And make things change
Dedicated to my friend Kenny Hawkes
