of a scary face,
an echoing place,
a lost trace,
a cold case,
a barren oasis,
an exhausting pace,
a shattered vase,
a pretty girl named Anastasia,
of loosing a bet for the ace of spades
when you’re holding a hand with the other three aces.
See, nothing is sure but death and taxes
and neither has to do with the other…
So just keep breathing till you fall asleep!
The rest will take care of the rest.
Poems by Ken 