Zebra
Caught forever on paper torn tethered
Time sends its regards from pictures
That never saw the light of day
Just tucked in a box and hoarded away
So that eyes could never gaze upon
Faces of old
Memories that I had longed to hold
So hold me now
That I am not strong enough to hold myself
I am old enough now to know better than
To bear my cross alone
Writer/s: Stuart Smith
