Finally, A Procrastinator's Confession
A little Poem to break the idleness: Ahem Ahem.
All our hopes and dreams and plans and schemes,
Are locked within a thing,
We call tomorrow.
And all the joys we glean, which we smile and sing,
Seemed to be wringed from the future dream,
We borrow.
But despair is seen in this tiring stream,
Of robbed, ransacked means, to which we cling,
Our dear possession -sorrow.
All our hopes and dreams and plans and schemes,
Are locked within a thing,
We call tomorrow.
And all the joys we glean, which we smile and sing,
Seemed to be wringed from the future dream,
We borrow.
But despair is seen in this tiring stream,
Of robbed, ransacked means, to which we cling,
Our dear possession -sorrow.
posted by Brian Harrison | 2:41 PM
2 Comments:
all his thoughts and cares, mistakes and errs
are as teddy bears and musical chairs
from yesterday.
i descended the stairs to chairs and mares.
i remember all the oklahoman stares;
he was in a western play
like he to whom we’re heirs, he bravely dares to wrestle bears.
i’m sure he declares and even swears,
he’ll do his best, or pray
Hey, pretty good.
I've got to catch a plane to Portland, Oregon. So...when's that baby of yourn
going to be born?
Into the heat that is Africa?
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