What do we have here?
Anther haunting, perhaps?
How absolutely dreary…
A human!
My dear boy, where is your pulse?
Tell me, did she take it?
Category: poetry reading
Existence, Poetry by Lloyd Mushrow
Arrival a struggle of cry and wonder,
Be it pride or reeked with blunder
Nourished with parental manner
Religious teaching a charging banner
With faith we live and die for reason
Without however there is no season
Bogged down sometimes with vast confusion
