I am by no means rich,
I couldn’t make a living as a digger of a ditch,
For the most part I do not, except to a few, bitch,
I ask the usual questions, why, how & not to forget which…?
I don’t live in the present more so in the past,
The future I worry about & worry on the last,
Asking of me if I am happy, a stupid question,
Is the future in stone anyway cast…?
Life is life; apparently, it is up to us to make it "good." I have a hole in my soul missing someone so much that I cannot say that I am happy - not like when I was with her (well, to be honest, a couple of them whom I will always love and miss). Best wishes to you with love and peace, Ed.
For your age - you're doing alright Ed. You've a girlfriend, a car, a place to live and that should keep you going on with life.Don't worry about the small matters, they get you down anyways.
I've settled all my past problems quite satisfactorily. I don't dwell on it anymore. I might every so often write a po3m about the past, but nothing like I used to.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
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Jane