Son, in the village of salt houses,
there’s no one to mourn for your loss
when the rain is pouring down from above.
it ain’t nobody’s fault when all things implode.
don’t wait around.
if you can stand, find and help others.
if you can tribute the passed, do so.
You won’t be around all day too.
So make it count.
8.29.2024
Ralph with Coffee 