C'mon...ask Kevin a question.

Tell me something!


some hold their dreams and wishes
their hope and faith
in those old, clear mason jars
and they put them up on raw wooden shelves
out in aged sheds 
or on the window sill in the kitchen
some stash them under the bed in the guest room
that no one uses and smells of must
there they collect, through the years,
dust and forgetfulness 
they lose their magic from when they were first placed
they become lonely…and sad

i chose to put ‘shine in my jar
it seemed like a better plan