When the strength gives up, the arms let go exhausted, the anger starts to fade, and the lullaby to play. In a moment between beats, like all other wild beasts,

Coming down, far harder than going up.

Looking beyond the words and finding nothing

it's here and when the leaves fall, the light strikes it, baked yellow and orange. the leaves curl inward over time, having displayed its dying colors, it closed

We see life Pass day by day We see death Pass night by night When death comes around We run and hide We wish for it Not to find us When it goes after our friends We cry all night and day

This person Is fun to be around He’s crazy He’s caring He is funny When he wants to be But when it’s dangerous He becomes serious Just like that He is in college

Rusty white and dirty blue Peak cap slanted to the sky, Hiding unwashed hair To show he does care But not too greatly. Flannel shirt (British colours) (American) (Chilean too)

The Germans talk about an Ohrwurm, when they get a tune they can't get out of their head. This poem might help me get a Tom Waits tune out of mine.