Friend or Foe

How quickly you turn From friend to foe When over the edge Too much of you flows; Drowning dry land Where once there was drought Stranding good people With no easy way out; We’ll wait for you To recede again Once contained in your bankings We’ll again call you friend

Bad Apple

Growing on the branches Of every family tree Are many different characters And personalities; Some are naturally sweet Or just pretty to see While others win awards For the smartest on the tree; On another branch Are fruit with thicker skins A little more sour than sweet But strong to the bitter end; Still one… Read More Bad Apple