| We all live in our jar of secrets Ajar--no one,no one can shake it Onward upfront our lives we smother Unknown to all and one another Towards time march we on loose foundation Sounds from tongues lie we till sundown Hope is grasped for tip-top jig-saw Crawl and maul we till time is called Proud accusations screamed they from housetops Now they themselves run with pie face wasteful Overthrown by remains that they once slaughtered Stabbed deep with words they well thought up We all live in our jar of secrets Ajar--no one,no one can shake it Onward up front our lives we smother Unknown to all and one another Erlon B Bailey 1 Copyright ©2004 Erlon B Bailey |