Poem of the day

From "Seeds on Hard Ground" by Mr Tom Waits

I prayed when I was thirsty 

And god sent the rain

I found berries by the

Side of the road

Tell me who does

God pray to anyway

It must be a lonely job

It must be a lonely job

Maybe we are all members

Of an orchestra that is merely

Tuning up

And our curious trails

Are random scales

For a music that has yet to begin

God, may we all

Amidst a storm

Safe by a fire

Bright and warm

Send to those

Left exposed

Good will and a

Much wider brim

To keep the pelting rain

From hammering them

Homeless 

Toothless

Spineless

Ruthless

Down for the count

And the ref is on 9