
There is a kind of sadness…
weekends
with nothing to do
heart attacks from love or lack of it
funerals with no mourners
poets with little future
and lovers with no one
to love
— A. D. Winans from poem Sunday Morning Blues


There is a kind of sadness…
weekends
with nothing to do
heart attacks from love or lack of it
funerals with no mourners
poets with little future
and lovers with no one
to love
— A. D. Winans from poem Sunday Morning Blues
