Sequential Thoughts…

All in a row,

In a line they do grow,

One after the other,

Like a baby and its mother…

Next please,

Can wait on the next person,

This line is open,

Standing in too many lines can anyone’s day worsen…

Getting dark earlier,

Lightening up later,

The flow & ebb of the seasons,

Gives our lives its reasons…

Cylinder one does fire,

Then two, four and six

Not to mention three & five,

If you got an eight, then it’s too late,

Two cylinders lost, the engine can go in a crate…

Nothing more to be said,

Point made, game won, set match,

Does anyone win?

Need in future to just catch…

                © ed ~ 8/29/04