All work for the day
No time for any play
He hides and falls
Walking down the halls
Mind cluttered with love
Physically tied down and shoved
Who would be there,
To return the care?
Thoughts occur of the game
Mr. Boyd lives in shame.
To lose by a win
He has one sin
The name that which holds
All the love that unfolds
Falling through the scope
Mr. Boyd can't hold the rope.
When the time has come
A few add up to some
He has received a glance
From those with a chance
Looking upon the past
He stares up the mast
Heaven can hold what matters
Hell gives out what shatters
Holding close in the heart
Mr. Boyd must re-start.
2001