Pips

July 11, 2015 - Poetry

Pips passing in the night
Bump into the past;
Jar future’s old fright.

A dollar today –
Tomorrow a cent –
Saving for future’s stay.

Bombs far away
Spread gruesome light;
Sent here to erase.

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