"Will life be like angry pigs in a pen / Or orderly as a recycling bin?"
The Dow and the Tao
The Dow is not the Tao The free will pay a fee The wheel still turns for now But no one rides for free
No one is calling to my attention (Or at least not anyone I recall) Anyone paying attention to me Since I am several sizes too small So I will leave this sword of Damocles Hung by its hair in its timeworn tension To bring some other sucker to his knees
The elephant in the room I mention Since unmentioned it is there anyhow Has been for me I never got to be As I recall hearing my ex-wife say "Old enough for responsibility" Or something along those lines anyway Something involving immaturity
I lost what little I had hoped to win With no grey hairs at least not until then Serious worry had yet to begin Now thoroughly grey I still wonder when The adulthood of which she spoke kicks in Will life be like angry pigs in a pen Or orderly as a recycling bin?
The Tao is not the Dow Nor has it ever been The wheel turns still somehow Whatever that might mean
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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This is one a reader cannot skim over; they have to let the message sink in slowly...excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.