M. Hank

Ode to those that make life into gold 

that bring us some sparkle as we grow old 

Ode to the places, friends, and small things 

to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring 

I was walking through the bush when I stumbled upon a quaint fairy dwelling built into the surrounding oaks.

In a chaotic world 

of eight billion people, 

each hidden away 

in their own 

separate lives, 

be remembered for 

being the person 

who brings others joy, 

i get

obsessed

with little things

movies

singers

people

anything

for two to six months

i cant

think

about

anything 

else

like being tangled

summer's like  /  skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on  /  rugs that aren't there anymore  /  i have successfully wasted three mon