7.20.2005

The Sign

It comes and goes
like rain
its a dull pain
knows no foe

sickness sets in
a dark grin
its a no win
on his face sin

black as night
a grim sight
in his heart
grows a mark

spreading, what
to do but
ask for help
let out a yelp

ask for faith and love
and a sure hope
grace to cope
a sign from above

1 comment:

Todd said...

Nice poem Bret. Thanks for sharing it.