To Friends...
To friends of friends...
To bends in the windy roads that we have begun...
To "being the ONE???"
To being someone BUT no one...
To the crazy loon @ noon
To everyone!!!
To neighbors
To lovers
To sisters
To brothers
To smokers
To jokers
To "Too many irons in the fire type of pokers"
To those that play poker and tell sick jokes
To Scarlet Cope, my love
To those below, beneath, in between, up high, down low, behind the back, and above...
To all sorts of feelings, dealings, wheels in the sky, and those that have died,
To LOVE!!!
To all of the rest OF...
The things that I forgot...
AND EVERYTHING THAT WE ARE NOT!!!!
And dang this shot cost a lot...
But heck we bought it and that is NOT quite that big of a deal...
It seemed like a steal...
Just saying...
A waist is a terrible thing to mind.
A coin that you lost is less of a find.
No tie at a wedding puts you in a bind.
A watch cannot tell that it’s time for a wind.
Coffee beans ease but cause twice-daily grinds.
The HMS Beagle was likely designed.
The irons in the fire all come out refined.
If you can’t see, you can’t drink yourself blind.
Myzygy is when your stars are maligned.
Second by second
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
Our lives tick away
What are we doing?
Living life to the fullest
Or merely
Plodding along
Hypnotized binge watching
In a stupor
On the couch all day
Or multi-tasking
Many irons in the fire
Go, go, go
Tired in the morning
Tired at night
Before we know it
We are at death's door
For what?
To reach a goal
To show the world
Who we are?
And what we got?
Instant gratification?
Stop the insanity!
Save as many seconds
As many minutes
As many hours
As you can
And spend them
On your family
Your friends
Your loves
Your God
And you will find
True happiness
Less regrets
When we reach
Death's door
do one thing
two things
3 or 4 jobs,
keep busy
keep your mind busy
keep going
keep it moving.
otherwise
it all begins
to start
bothering you,
the car horns
the neighbor
the smells
the city
the people.
warm food served cold
cold food served warm.
people eating loud on the bus
the bus eating you like a bag of chips.
go on to something else
something better
done well.
"Lost like a needle in and haystack"
"Make hay while the Sun shines", some make to much
Could be a bad case of," to many irons in the fire"
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