Prat Tells Prattles

It's time to get real ill For Time will serve my pill. The sooner I get well The later my pain dwells, When relief is but a belief The sick twig will catch green leaf. It's time to get real ill when life tastes bitter at meals The warmth and shiver will dreams deliver Then lips utter in a trance It's fair I get another chance! It's time to get damn ill when you really feel for heal. Now time will complain as if never worth a name! All excuses get expired life keeps and Love re-attired.

When Love is in a loop the end is but a start in dupe..... Nothing remains of a sunny day Rain in vain provokes to make hay.... Tales are told from history Roles get old in her story..... Some days are too heavy to indulge in light banter Life jolts and again throws you back to easy canter.......