Penseals!

later there will be a turn thou'll get rough thou'll get old & will try keeping all in hold reason being thy eyes would have seen threads of light heeded the song time would sing out there young will fall again & again there, will be mistake irked would be thee knowing how to stand in one take with that fist so tight always judging wrong & right stuffing things in their socket perfecting life in its closet promise to , hear the hmmm... beat of the drum bear the scrum & attend knock of freedom & look back thou 'd have played  bad matches though 'd have stitched rogue patches after all, give way to new get air into palm relax thy brow I love the way The Plants grow.