Today is the saddest of days
that whispers tears
of a man at peace
And I could say that
I am tired of being a man
and human on these
days when the sun melts my face
these days that I burn inside.
my mouth inaudible,
my words silent
And I could say that
I am tired of being the man
when Thursday comes
Or the other six days
if we were to become
particular
about matters
of men
and
women
and days
of the week
when
so many
attend the movement
of life
and now
the tireless men
always sleeping
drift into tomorrow's
dream..
Not knowing.
Matthew Campbell - 21/06/2003
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