..so forget..
yourself..
even if for a little while my dear..
forget your poverty..
the struggles with reality..
the pain this Life offers..
and sit back with me..
you can borrow my stone pony..
relax..float above time and space..
the gentleman caller knocks not once
but twice on your door..
will you answer the call..
it might be what your looking for..
stricken with affliction
you've come to me..
seeking solace from your malady..
what I offer you is a respite..
you can take it or leave it..
it's all in how you perceive it..
the sun shines and a garden grows..
the rain will fall and nobody knows..
it'll be our little secret..
a place we call home..
~~the end
By Rick Weber
September 12, 2013
copywritten 2013
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~