When my brothers were too young to be wise
When my brothers were too young to be wise
but too old to name things creatively,
they invented a game called:
Let’s take turns jumping off Tom’s roof and
throw the cat after the person who jumped.
28.09.2009 · Filled under: childhood, poetry, prayer · Tags: beautiful mess, beer, brothers, depression, drinking, drugs, foolishness, games, listening, smoking, wisdom · No Comments »



