Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

O, Woe, Is My Soul

Time's a torture chamber
  penning poems day and night
from this 'garden apartment'
  where rare's a ray of light

The meaning of life eludes me
  as it has so many before
How to wax eloquent
          find its 'raison d'etre'
  when mere survival is a chore

But hark, what's this? Hope's glimmer
  ~ Guaranteed income for us all!
I think I'll move my office straightaway
  ~ to the nearest vacant mall

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Caren Krutsinger July 26, 2021 at 3:19 PM This makes sense "the meaning of life eludes me" - but I suspect we eventually get to know what the meaning for our life was, just not on this plane. Gershon Wolf July 26, 2021 at 5:18 PM Not on a plane, not on a train; not in a car, not on a star; not in a horse, not in a hearse...

L Milton Hankins July 26, 2021 at 12:07 PM Nice work, gw. I particularly like the idea of "guaranteed income for us all," but alas it isn't likely. Our taxes simply won't stretch that far...and inflation...Oh, my! Gershon Wolf July 26, 2021 at 5:19 PM Ha, ha! Who cares about funding it? Uncle Chuck, Aunt Nancy, and Gramma Janet will just print some more money! Wheeeeeee! Money grows on treeeeeeees. :)

Heidi Sands July 26, 2021 at 4:15 AM I felt like I was right there, reading this. Well done Gershon. I hope you have a nice day :) Gershon Wolf July 26, 2021 at 5:20 PM Aw, thank you, Heidi. :)