I like to write poetry
about that which ponders
my spirit and my soul.
That which stumps my brain
as well as my toe.
When you get to be my age
the square looks more like
an octagon and you'd
do anything
to break free of the confinement.
The borderlines protecting you
appear like double yellow lines
warning you not only
of on coming traffic
but passing
anyone who is unfortunate
enough to be in front of you.
A speed trap camera records your every move
and sends you a summons to appear in court
so you might reflect on the insanity
of your cancers and your many blessings
as they forcibly change your oil and filter….
2009 © TS
Ah, yes, you are in the movies now and not one which you care to star. Very entertaining and a warning to any one looking for a little excitement...big brother is watching you....T
Ted, ..........What an amusing write................splendid! ! splendid! !
ooh I was trapped when you mentioned 'toe'.... tis good for poetry, the spirit and the soul.. aroha xx
Jocularly entertaining, Mr. Sheridan...I guess it's paramount that we ramp-up our good humor as levitational as we can attain it....for, in less than 120 hours.... F j R 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
at first I was confused then I realize, yeah he has this down too I hate when you beat me