The World Is My Dinner Plate
The world is my dinner plate
my wilderness school
there are many varities
of dishes laid out for me
to swallow
to chew
to spew
many things to choose
oh, the lessons are many
and not all fun
the Lord has a since of humor
sometimes not
but, I find the world can be hot
and sometimes very cold
there are too many teachers
to many tests
the textbook of life
is mostly ignored by the crowd
and Babylon is great
but, I am in the world
but not of it
and I stubbornly resist the road
most traveled by the crowd
oh, the road less traveled
the road Frost speaks so highly
is the one I travel
and oh the rocks are steep
and sharp
and the devil hides in the bushes
throughing his rocks of criticism
making fun of me
the fingers of those in the floating building
the one with the Babylonians
all pointing their fingers of scorn
and all that I would consider ****
the world is my dinner plate
and I sometimes sample the good
skip the bad
because I am a picky eater
I am the least seen in the theater
just one of the observers
hiding along with one of the props
someday I expect to recieve my crown
and rise to meet my Savior
and recieve my graduation papers
that would mean my exit papers.
Copyright © Paulette Mckendrick-Tunnell | Year Posted 2006
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