Reflections In A Teardrop

Justice Calling There is a friend of mineWho adds life and colour to my existenceHe is kind to meAnd never incurs my resistanceHow strange that isThat he should enrich my lifeFor he is condemned to a bitter worldOf solitude and strifeA victim now he isOf anger in his pastEchoes of a time of youthful troubleAndContinue reading “Reflections In A Teardrop”