Barjon Publications

Like a rag 

You soak me in the waters of friendship 

Then wring me out to hang and dry

You return only to dip me for a minute

Just enough to quench your thirst 

Then Like a Rag 

I’m thrown to the side waiting to be known

In all these years you have grown

I wonder, is this house I built, my new home?

I built this trap, the back door included 

How is it that I too got lost in the sounds of your music

Like a rag only necessary when gloves don’t suit 

What’s the point of screaming I’d rather live life mute 

Like a rag

There’s nothing I can do to refute

For as long as this sun shines 

Nothing’s new en route