Paying the Bills
pounded home each day like a mile long train of freight
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
pounded home each day like a mile long train of freight
Is there another delight to taste could be so sweet?
there might have been a tingle?
Days gone by with endless promise, stolen quiet
Into the same lightness set you free
Surrendered to the mob, the choice they make is hate.