Timsters

Timsters

I finally got to know you
I finally understood you
But when I went to hug you

All I got was wood
And there I stood
Not knowing and so confused
With what to lose

Hope, Faith, Love
That flew away like a dove
Only to Gain
Hate, Fear, Pain

And of coarse Anger
Taken away with a hanger
Then to be a gazer
Disappearing from a razor

And yet still Dum-struck
With any luck
You will find what's been taken
And not be mistaken

R.I.P Timothy Owens

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