A pantoum poem |
| Just wasn't enough time Just wasn't enough time, wasn't enough time We had just begun to heal old wounds when you walked through the veil, beyond reach to the other side without saying adieu We had just begun to heal old wounds What was once a day for make believe fun became dreadful, gray, and empty, with autumn leaves descending in colorless silence What was once a day for make believe fun Now hallow, naked, and cold became dreadful, gray, and empty a reason to stay in bed, or get drunk. Now hallow, naked, and cold A day to forget, best to wipe it from the calendar a reason to stay in bed, or get drunk All the sweets now bitter and brine Best to wipe it from the calendar when you walked through the veil All Hallows Eve now a sorrowful reminder Just wasn't enough time, wasn't enough time 2024 GF Frontera |