Terrell Martin Poet Rhyme

Making Plans

Plans are like pudding
So soft and sweet;
We shape them and make them
Like chocolate chip treats.
Rolling them ‘round
In our smarty-pants minds
Believing in somedays,
Goals and deadlines.  
We treat them like candy
Or precious lodestones;
And can’t live without them
So deep in our bones.
How could we manage 
To move on ahead?
Without future thinking 
We’re dumber than lead. 
So sooner or later
With enough sweat and tears; 
We’ll reach all our goals and vanquish our fears.
Until then we struggle, 
Strive, lose and win,
Never planning tomorrow 
Might not come again.

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Elizabeth Wesley September 16, 2011 at 8:10 PM Hi Terry, I could read this a hundred times and never tire of it, like a song can be addictive, so is this and you have soup mail.

M. Hussain Effendi September 16, 2011 at 6:20 AM Thought provoking! and a very very very sweet poem.

Elizabeth Wesley September 15, 2011 at 9:16 PM Terry, you have soup mail.

Ilene Bauer September 15, 2011 at 8:40 PM this flows so beautifully and has some lovely imagery. i love the opening line. nice write!

Elizabeth Wesley September 15, 2011 at 5:52 PM Your unique use of words and the way this is put together makes it a delight to read. I can't think of any part of it that isn't precious!