Conundrum
Why is it, the more that I earn,
the less I have that's mine?
Why is it the more important I get,
the less my reason makes rhyme?
Why is it that the busier I get,
the less I get things done on time?
And why is it that the more I ring the bell,
the less I hear my own chime?
Why is a world of reason and good sense,
replaced with enlightened self interest?
Why is it that the more technology we have,
the harder it is to get things done?
Money is the only thing that talks,
everything else, private jet rideless, walks.
Common sense says go with the flow,
when everything I know, says, "No!"
Nothing is surer then death and taxes,
so just weather it all, while it wanes and waxes.
Copyright 2018 © Ronald W. Hull
5/24/18
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Conundrum it is indeed!
Cheers,
TeeJay Khan
Cheers,
Dan
The older I get the more these feelings in the poem you have written bud to life in mine.
As I write this to you dear Ron, I envision waking in the morning, getting up and doing the day just like I did yesterday hoping death doesn't tax me, even though I'm waxed! Hugs TW
Blessings
Or Condominium ...
Yet lack one mere Condom,
When needed ...
Now that could be ...
A Real Conundrum !
😎😻👍
Love ya!
Jane
Sandie