Terry D. Sutherland


Slightly brindled but still intact
A little clouded but not out of whack
Slightly flawed but generally right
Nothing pure just a yellowish white

Exaggerated just a little too much
Poetic license may be a crutch
Truth and fiction are carefully blended
Only knowing, when the story has ended

But what the hell; words are just words
Not like it’s intended as valuable verse
Read ‘em or leave ‘em or do as you will
Nothing here written has taken much skill

Just words jotted to fill up a page
Nothing considered being wise or sage
Just words to fill and muddle your mind
Just a few lines to waste your time