In this life we are just passin’ through,
With regards time we live very little,
The passage of time seems so short,
But why is it so long, when to work I must report…
Between life and death,
We experience breath,
Maybe try some meth,
Or write something great,
Like Macbeth…
I have no desires to be great,
Just to get through life & maybe once procreate,
Passing through this life but once,
I wish to learn as much as possible,
Though in the grand scheme I will still be a dunce…
© ed ~ 3/2/06
Take care!!
Love Tinka
Dunces don't write thought provoking poetry like this. You walk the path you choose, and walk it well...it's a long fall off either side.
Well written, and I love, love, love that pic. :)
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
love the pic, he's a brave dog!!!
eT