Will Dockery
2003-09-04 09:14:24 UTC
Ritual Memory.
If these words of love
fell into bad timing
put it away
like a flower in a book.
This place has become a valley
all is lost here in the rain.
but I am older and wiser
and understand the tricks of life.
How sadness and soft light
are a natural form of life.
As is cold rain
in the later part of November.
I feel so old yet not wise
foolhardy as the day I was born.
Put me away
I make a better memory.
I will not rip it out of here
it is an honest poem.
So I will not edit it
why would I even want to do that?
-Will Dockery
If these words of love
fell into bad timing
put it away
like a flower in a book.
This place has become a valley
all is lost here in the rain.
but I am older and wiser
and understand the tricks of life.
How sadness and soft light
are a natural form of life.
As is cold rain
in the later part of November.
I feel so old yet not wise
foolhardy as the day I was born.
Put me away
I make a better memory.
I will not rip it out of here
it is an honest poem.
So I will not edit it
why would I even want to do that?
-Will Dockery