by A PAX
Sunday, August 17, 2003
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My definition [of a philosopher] is of a man up in a balloon, with his family and friends holding the ropes which confine him to earth and trying to haul him down. Louisa May Alcott
Start my existence on the factory floor
Counted and boxed and shoved out the door
In a bag with my comrades, I'm hung on a peg
Deflated and lifeless, for air we now beg
Here we're trapped in our prison, and wait for the day
For the breath of life that takes slackness away
As we lay here so helpless, all head and a neck
And ponder the future, and sit and reflect
Will we go to a party, a park or a fair?
Will our diet be helium, water or air?
This waiting seems endless, please purchase us soon
The agony and ecstasy of a big blue balloon
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|Reviewed by Mark Mahoney
|Loved this, superb in its flow and the picture it paints, well done Anita, a great read from an excellent write...take care, Mark xx|
|Reviewed by nevine Al Seidi (Reader)
|Anita, this poem is very refreshing. I love the way you sipped it up in the last line..
Missed you here!
Nevine Al seidi
|Reviewed by Jack Roberts
|lol, Thank you Lady A! This was fun to read! Well done!
|Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
|YOU ALWAYS ROCK AND YOU KNOW IT! YOU have been MISSED!
|Reviewed by Kerry Compton Star Girl
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|very cool write!!
|Reviewed by Michael Morash (Reader)
|That's cool...good one.|