Hard times, these
no up or down...
nothing but the dull ache
of security lost and freedom found.
All my dreams are withered
in the arc light of pain and depression;
the slow progression of days
grinding by, one at a time.
I can't relax
because it's going to get worse
and I wish it would get to the worst
because it'll get better after that.
gallagher
28 mar 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —