Vanity Poem by Smoky Hoss

Funny, Smoky! I don't cut my grass anymore, but I do pay someone to cut it for me. He needs the money for college. No mow, no mo'.

And another day we do it again…till one day our life will end. Go mow, mow Smoky. Phyllis

Funny poem about hum drum chores we all must do. Love how you size it all up! Thanks! ok, gotta go...mow-mow.......

vanities foolish fare mow, mow - worthless worldly care mow, mow - when you're gone mow, mow - the grass grows long. no mow, no more - Amazing that it is such an annoying problem for all. But we can only do our best to manage while we're here and just keep on mowing. Thanks Smoky for this truly interesting and enjoyable write.

The lowly grass. Unconquered by man. Sets you to thinking. Which is the higher life form.