Oh, before I do as always forget,

I need to say I do need a life, you bet,

I work all day into the night,

I wear dark colors, nothing white…

I go the same places daily,

I awake in the morn with by my side a ukulele,

My sleep disturbed as is my waking life,

Thankfully for me I was not born an Israeli…

Boring may be my life,

Too often I seem to have much strife,

Bleeding out from within,

My life has happiness in spurts,

Though really I have very few actual hurts…

So how does one get a life,

Does he buy it at the store,

Pick one up through the mail,

Or go to the beach & question a sage snail…?

© ed ~ 3/15/06