“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label best things in life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label best things in life. Show all posts
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Doing the math
A good belly laugh adds a minute.
A warm embrace, easily a whole day.
TV wastes years, so do tears.
Alcohol, cigarettes, digesting
things we can't pronounce, revenge and regret,
their price-I forget.
A day to do nothing but play, just wishes and kisses.
A few minutes with a poem, Hi-ho-Hum.
Working at Someones Expectations Inc.
(offers no benefits or retirement).
The sun.
The ocean.
Negative people.
Settling or stagnancy.
Let's see...
Plus or minus, more or less,
Failure, I mean Opportunity
I'm about even with karmic destiny.
This is totally life.
Image By Bhakti Ziek (provided by the author) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
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