Tell Is A Bell

The hours are the burning pack
As the flowers are turning black
Bury sentences, very venomous
Spend the pen, lend the oxygen

Slipping & fall, flipping & brawl
Hurry to doubt it, worry about it
Latter your lost to matter a cost
Say if seen it, be sure to mean it

The shed’s supposed to be said
If not, it is exposed and caught
In sum: no more, hide the tear
No run! Fore, side, side or rear

No enough concrete to discrete
Wall spoken with curtains open
Don’t stick around on an account
Win! Tell is a bell you can’t ring

© Ricardo Sexton