Dotted Stories

Dotted lines of life By james a. galgano The world is such an unforgiving place. It holds no cards we can play to disgrace. There is no gamble where we never show our cards Always lay low betting upon prospects in life's yard Every terrorist in hope or in some god's given name Is laid upon board upon some god given name. Upon whose glance I now forever see into tomorrow Where I will supposedly be waiting for some simple reply From your loving image like pie in the sky never replaced Upon whose heart I borrow along dotted line never retraced Yet here I remain for one word from you and your angel grace