Hear the patter of the falling rain
Make love to ground and watch in vain
Hand outstretched to catch the tears
Of sinful angels blind to fear

Pass the cherubs on dusty roads
Rusted arrows replaced by codes
Sent to the skies thru sound and air
Modern lovers find nothing there

Don’t mind the old gods standing on the street
Stood up by devotees they thought to meet
Let them stay there in their tattered wear
No use for them today ; you needn’t care

Beware that crevice you will get there soon
No need to race so quickly to your doom
Since you’re with us come stay a while
Rushing through dinner is just not our style

We’d like to know that you enjoyed your stay
Take what you want, today is not your day to pay
Time enough and this too shall come to pass
We shall claim from you what is owed to us at last

But first take a sip, a slurp , a gulp
Of this heady drink made from the pulp
Of mothers’ tears and fathers’ sighs
Of broken promises and pained goodbyes

Getting weary?
Oh dear that must not do
There’s still so many things laid out for you
Still we didn’t expect you’d last so long
No one likes to hear the same old song

Come the exit’s not that far from here
No, not there did we not make it clear?

Photo Courtesy of Xoxoxoe

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