It comes
With aching slowness,
Making its way across the days
Like a horseless wanderer
Across the scorching desert,
Only to pass
With bewildering speed;
Gone!
Often in hours,
Leaving me bewildered
By the suddeness of its passing,
And staring into the future
For the approach
Of the small,
Shimmering,
Distant promise
Of the next
Payday.
As it is, we will be using that paycheck as a swat to kill those "inconvenient" (Al Gore's word) utility bills.
I haven't see yet a Congressman onboard his chauffeured limousine crying about 5 bucks a gallon of gas.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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Tim
I haven't see yet a Congressman onboard his chauffeured limousine crying about 5 bucks a gallon of gas.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.