Lost in thought I sit here and mumble, the thoughts race
through my mind, all in a jumble as I try desperately to grab
a fleeing moment in time and hold it still so I can once again
live in the sunshine,But as the Memory slips through my
Fingers I cry out in pain at losing you again, and the
Passersby give wide berth to my trembling Form,some with
looks of scorn,others with a sigh of pity as they too
understand the chasing of memory.

                         Swallowed By The Dragon
                     On Thinking of My Brothers Plight
                             Ron C. 
                                   May 2001

Slaying The Dragon Poetry