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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

Date: 7/26/2021 3:19:00 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
Date: 7/26/2021 5:18:00 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

Date: 7/26/2021 12:07:00 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
Date: 7/26/2021 5:19:00 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

Date: 7/26/2021 4:15:00 AM

I felt like I was right there, reading this. Well done Gershon. I hope you have a nice day :)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/26/2021 5:20:00 PM

Aw, thank you, Heidi. :)