February 2018

Not every cloud makes rain,

Not every light leads the way.

Some sun rays are blinding,

Some clouds make lightening.

What will you do when we’re all dead?

Prance around like “kings”?

You’re wrong if you think they’re through,

They’ll be coming for you.

And then you will be king –

Your body on top of the heap that you made.

And when you’re gone,

We’ll go around again,

And march up the streets that were laid.

Author: alanburdettillustration

Artist 🧑‍🎨

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