You, Me And Everything We ThinkA Poem by PeteSo far as my experience goes, travelers generally exaggerate the difficulties of the way. Like most evil, the difficulty is imaginary; for what's the hurry? - Thoreauanother day of mystery, muck and mire as the mercury drops, i stoke up the fireperhaps i'm just a cold-hearted liar another beggar for hire trying to climb the good book's steep spire or maybe a young nobleman in training to be an esquire needing to aspire to things far higher ringing a scuffed, proclaiming bell and wiping away my tears as the life sobber and town crier 'til the crowning day when someone finally relents and kneels as they call me, "sire" i'm not here for you to admire not even when i don a white robe, adjust my halo and croon with the choir i may be tangled up in eden's briar caught up in a situation that's dire you've got to be alive and care in order to perspire diapered and dying to expire my balding head no longer in need of a hair dryer but that's a whole lot better than hell's barbed wire i know not what tomorrow will bring nor what song it may sing probably the kitchen sink along with you, me and everything we think © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 7, 2024 Last Updated on January 10, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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