Just A Little Absurd

Spending our time in life’s wondrous rut hoarding the good times like a squirrel his nut hope sagely nourished by ideas not yet born the endless dilemma of the truly forlorn the heartbreak and anguish of unlived dreams deeply buried in our unleashed screams spontaneous passion that dies in a flash selling our soul to that demon cold cash doing something good every now and again appeasing and nourishing our innermost Zen the yin and the yang the up and the down sometimes a prince and sometimes a clown rolled up together and melded as one when it’s finally all over and we’re calling it done the upshot of it all, the nub, the rub the truly last word will we look in the mirror and say to ourselves “It has really all been just a little absurd”