Morty settled back to do the audit of the day
The numbers began to blur, and he slept away
His wife tiptoed around him, without any say.
She knew math did not make him joyful or gay.
He got his accounting degree back in ‘73
It’s not the one I wanted he told his wife Bea.
But now that I have it, I am stuck at my dad’s company
Morty was doing the same job in two thousand twenty-three
His wife covered his feet and tiptoed out of sight.
She turned down the fire and flipped off the light.
Morty was dreaming of being a cartoonist which felt right.
He had never pursued his dreams; risk giving him fright.
What if he passes away at the age of forty?
The servant who was the backbone of society
Female self-esteem protector
He interacted with the people and listened to their joys and sorrows.
The populist leader
The societal servant
The owner of life for the sake of the lives of the poor
That face that was not buried until the very last day
A worshipper who is fueled by devotion
The people's prayer
Always on the path of truth
The best social worker the society has ever seen
Hawk Pursued by Squawk
Dark & White Mottled Flight,
Red Chasing Cardinal Instilling Fright,
Guarding Agin' Invasion Not Right.
Tiny vs. Awesome & Fearsome,
Courage Hear Ye All This Poem,
Able to Scourge, Raiders Stem.
Songbird Brave Hightails Raptor,
Saving Chicks From Certain Capture,
Watching 'Underbird' Prevail Brings Rapture!
[Psalm of obsession]
Sleep with the remembrance of Death, and rise with the thought that you will not
live long. - Dwais El-Qarni
He huffs and puffs
impatiently,
anxious at seizing
a moment unknown
of mercy
He scavenges on me breath
in every nook
He fossicks after me soul
in every cranny - as
He pounds verily hard
on me footsteps and whilst
His nostrils unravel me
existence upon horizons dreary
[Time possesses nay reprieve]
His, ain't a pogue,
but a sledgehammer
trademarked of fatality.
Patience oughtn't be
His becoming, 'cause, either
He do or die ...
DEATH,
i've realized,
will have to do - for, if not,
none will be left to inject
mortality's folly upon me:
DEATH
rather
DIE
me.
He runs on a velocity
terrifying than the throbbing
of me heartbeat;
the pursuit
grows desperate every time.
He endorses that
i speculate of Him
a fore i taste Him.
lately,
D E A T H
stalks me shadow
as of a nocent marauder
devoid of mercy ...
irrespective!
You ever wondered why
You chose the person who doesn’t care?
The person who has a propensity
To struggle with showing affection
You ever wished you could love the ones
That wants to be your world
The one who would make you their world
Why is it that you want time?
From the only person that doesn’t have any?
From the person who has so many other priorities?
Who would never make you their priority?
It’s like making them your first choice,
While you are just an option in theirs
Meanwhile right in front of you
You have a gem,
That might not be what you think you need
In the meantime they are exactly what you require
Sometimes we spend too much time on wishful thinking
Instead of embracing the obvious
Only because you look for complicated
When you can get uncomplicated
Coupled with that sense of being treasured
Being a priority
Why do you continue to chase complicated?
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