Tears today
tomorrow
washed
away
time
the healer
perhaps
time is
an
ultimate
healer
it’s
greatest
healing
when
you are
dead
and your
tears are
washed
away
forever.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
Tears today
tomorrow
washed
away
time
the healer
perhaps
time is
an
ultimate
healer
it’s
greatest
healing
when
you are
dead
and your
tears are
washed
away
forever.
Bob Boyd
Imagine if you could tame wild animals;
for example a king of the jungle lion.
Imagine the glorious feeling you’d have
as the lion approached you like a friend
without any roars, without any intents
to rip you apart.
I’ve seen people who appear to have
attained that with lions,
but were that me, I’d aways worry that
the wildness in the lion could
come out one day, and I’d be unmercifully
ripped apart.
Bob Boyd