The Jive

Like a moth to a flame
Like a bear to its honey
Like the blind without braille
They crash into you and me

Spinning like a hurricane
Cautious and Slow
Laughing like children in the rain
Cold air, we search for thy blow

Aches and Pain
Clumsy and Funny
Songs of yesteryears
Sounds are sweeter with whisky

© 2014 Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

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Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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Born to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..