Poems from Chris Faith
Our mother is fragile
The thread is too old
The clock ticks
So I look for more gold
We took it for granted
The thread starts to frey
It'...
Most of the time
When Summer is here
We need a break
Sit back with a beer
There is only one
The most dedicated of all
His job is simple...
I can't trisect an angle
Or reach out and touch infinity
When will be the time
To let some one get close to me
My heros don't fear danger...
I like things that are pink
I stay away from things that stink
If I ever come accross a pink skunk
I'll be very confused I think
There once was a Kitten
Who was destined to heal
A nervous troubled yourg girl
Who forgot how to feel
The hours they would spend
Simply...