The radio on the ledge, Died. And with it, So do i. And my poetry, My stories. The photographs, And collages. The radio died, So did my love. And the passion That once burned.
Rolling in time Strolling along the beat Don’t know what will come All I know I have to hum To the heat Storms will pass I know, I know What will become? Rolling in time Strolling to the beat Staying out of the heat Loving each day Trying to make my way Everyone rides a storm You will get out Strolling along the beat Don’t take the heat Storms of life