Death and Taxes

Death and taxes This is what we do Relax, take a break….. This is how we feel Relaxed!!!! Underneath the shade tree, This is where we sit. A piece of heaven Life, death, All that’s left. The never ending cycle, And the cycle continues. Though, somehow, Somewhere, The sentence ends, The story is told And the book is closed. The sun goes down, The shadow thins out, The monsters you hid, come out… Out and about…to play! And now the tree, no longer just for shade But to sit by and to breath by, To spittle and to seethe by, Remains the same. And time doesn't stop. Not even momentarily Because, Everything is temporary. And to the contrary, That can't really happen. The book might still be closed, But night, this darkness; continues. That pain might still be close But don’t let that confuse you. Not like he used to… Like how he used you… I’ve got bruises too, Just not brand new. Revised on May 9th 2020 April 19th 2006 2:44 p.m. By Jennifer English