Gord

2015-01-28 12:00 am

Part the hanging gardens,
All found there is song,
Dogs, frauds and Sean John.

Apart from obvious tone,
Birds clamor to sing along.
Screaming from bottom o'lung.

Risks taken, Praying prone.
Laying open with only hope.
Hopefully a prayer is answered,
Pampered enough to count to atone.