CHIMES

We twist in the wind, like chimes

Spinning, twirling, doing our crimes

Smashing, bumping, dispensing blows

Blaming each other, whatever goes

 

Voices chiming, wishing to be heard

Begging for attention, just being spurred

But there is no safety, in all that ringing

After all, it is life, to which we’re clinging

BOEMS BY JA 577