Old Hotels
I don’t know why
I don’t know how
we all ended up in the city
getting out from behind the plow
We all wanted to make money being ourselves
I guess we have made it half way
performing poetry and living in old hotels
M.S. Morrison
Old Hotels
The Trouble Is Here…
The Trouble Is Here…
Why can’t we keep in the front our mind what might kill us all
What makes us take our eye off the ball
When destruction is near and someone says look over there
don’t get confused the trouble is here…
M.S. Morrison
Poetry Star 