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”
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