WISECRACKS
“Work is worship," a doctrine passed through centuries,
"Rest is rebellion," a baton, drowning in miseries.
"Act without expectation," karma echoes,
"Everything returns," as destiny bestows.
"Silence is golden," a soft ebb that silhouettes the sand,
"Words can change the course of history," a tide that overwhelms the land.
"Knowledge is power," the metaphorical snollygoster—
"Ignorance is bliss," a brazen imposter.
"Aging like fine wine," a desire to aspire,
"Worn by the years," behind a graceful facade.
"A stitch in time saves nine," maxim in Grandma's script,
"Don't fix what isn't broken," Grandpa's witty quip.
Aphorisms perplexing the gyri and sulci—
Dichotomy percolates, its fulcrum sheepishly sly.
Like a dolphin decoding submerged signals,
Surveilling truths with a dunk, a leap, and a dash of giggles.
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Jeta Buch
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