Month: April 2017

The numbers rolling all around my head
As fractions of my life somehow will meld
The whole number of my final being
Some minuses, even some pluses, dread
Always should add up to the parts once held
To become the whole number of being
If I could add up the emotions spread
And find the portion my own logic quelled
I could add to number of my being
Perhaps for all the words that could be said
there is a theorem which could be impelled
To sum the whole number of my being
Subtotals or fractions some have fled
Irrational forces unparalleled
That formed the whole number of my being

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Tears and sadness
Mixed with gratitude and gladness
Of lives well lived
Because we give to each other
All that is in our hearts

The trick
Is to glide through the illusion
That we understand
And be
In each glorious moment

We can enhance the web of knowledge
And experience the best of our time
Making something good

Tears yet gratitude
For all we have been given
In the lives we have shared

Each of us who remains in this realm
Honor in the depths
The blessings we carry forward

We do well to acknowledge what has passed
But is not lost
We deserve to be happy

Tears and willows

(170314 @Brew)
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You shouldn’t drink like a young lady
but you think like a young lady
and you sing like a young lady
and you dance like a young lady
as you move through time

You shouldn’t think like a young lady
because then you wink like a young lady
and you’ll drink like a young lady
and you’ll laugh
as you move through time

If you laughed like a young lady
and you were a nice young lady
and you danced like a young lady
I would find you there
and show I care
for winks and drinks and time
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