Saturday, July 23, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Equal
wise of mind, young at heart
cool not to grow up
a miserable old fart
driving slow around town
in our mind it's the gas
can't go fast
living in the past
things have quadrupled in price
like a measely bowl
of chicken fried rice
can't want to remember when
how long it's been since
a mirror was joy
instead of a slightly
obscene ploy
to wear me down
and my toy
worked well
in it's day
did i say?
oh well
which way is hell?
or am i" livin' it"
as grama use to say
our heaven and hell
we lived everyday
i believed that women
as she slurded her way
through her life
some unlucky guy's wife
that was my granpa
almost an olympic swimmer in his day
swam often all around the bay
may have died because of all the toxins
i say..that where and are still
in the bay
his poor liver gave way
and never drank at all
in his day
and now it's my turn
to forget what i said
feeling very sore
as i lay in my bed thinking
out-loud
in my head
feeling the pressure to give up my space
on the earth
not to waste
my home sweet home's
precious space
since my first breath until
it's my last
i thank-you...dear life
for now
forever
and the past.....
cool not to grow up
a miserable old fart
driving slow around town
in our mind it's the gas
can't go fast
living in the past
things have quadrupled in price
like a measely bowl
of chicken fried rice
can't want to remember when
how long it's been since
a mirror was joy
instead of a slightly
obscene ploy
to wear me down
and my toy
worked well
in it's day
did i say?
oh well
which way is hell?
or am i" livin' it"
as grama use to say
our heaven and hell
we lived everyday
i believed that women
as she slurded her way
through her life
some unlucky guy's wife
that was my granpa
almost an olympic swimmer in his day
swam often all around the bay
may have died because of all the toxins
i say..that where and are still
in the bay
his poor liver gave way
and never drank at all
in his day
and now it's my turn
to forget what i said
feeling very sore
as i lay in my bed thinking
out-loud
in my head
feeling the pressure to give up my space
on the earth
not to waste
my home sweet home's
precious space
since my first breath until
it's my last
i thank-you...dear life
for now
forever
and the past.....
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