Life is a lullaby that makes you sleep when you are fighting to stay awake to do somethig useful. It is also a freedom song that goads you awake when all you want is a rest.
Tomorrow a bird shall spread it’s wings once again and fly far off to begin a new journey in the hope of finding a cage.
One, two, three, surge and lift,
health, fitness, life’s true gift,
yet never forced, will on kid,
let him be education’s bid,
lost dumbbell, tried his bag, didn’t quite shift.
Any ‘ism’ leaves it’s true crusader with disillusionment, for there is no such thing as perfectionism; the test then is, one has to walk the opposite direction to finish life’s journey.
Fast, get a job, a wife, a child,
or you’ll rot alone, beguiled,
hear what they say, how he is,
quit childish fancies, all hiss,
ha, but the single has fun all too wild.
Parents took their turn,
now mine, they say stern,
why can’t I be single,
I can do this till I wrinkle,
soon all life, I’ll bear her scorn.
My car on road zipped fast
the distance long, time short,
will I reach, what of waiting bride,
if only I stay lost in the ride,
but my chauffeur won’t let, he can’t last.
Faith, today an industry,
where human misery,
the fuel to fill powerful treasury.
A majestic view from the penthouse sill,
frightening sight from the pavement spill,
yet a balanced vision for a man of will.
I follow to be followed, scratch your back,
do scratch mine, we’ll scribble, snap, weep,
call it a blog, have fun, may even make money.