“Half Ways Or Thereabouts”
I turned a corner yesterday,
In counting up my unearned pay
In forfeiture for higher things,
Which light to it the Kingdom brings.Like Plato and his famous cave,
I watch folks chained – how they behave;
Am not impressed – with me that is,
As I track paper-trail of biz.“Why aren’t you more like Stu?” you ask
Me as the years fly whipping past
This rail-car I’m accustomed to,
And way of life I’ve chosen new.For had I known (as usual)
I’d not be here, that’s critical –
For I do research, build the tools
Appropriate for me – as fool.So paper trail I sort out now
That slackened pace such tasks allow;
“You want to know what has gone on?
Just follow money – it belongs –At all times to some person – right?
Exchange it does some goods for might;
It stores some value for the days
When might drops off in ancient ways.It’s great for people-watching too,
Myself especially – I’m fooled
By optics – what I think I see –
But money cuts through fog to me.So as I sort these boxes out,
It’s me I see, without a doubt;
Not brightest bulb in box I’d say –
Your light, O Lord, lights up my way.For cash is just the paper-trail;
Computer books compile, regale
Us with such stories in the night
We all enjoy ’round firelight.But in the end as embers glow,
It’s time for bed, in which we know
That days of memories half seen
Are spice of life in which we’ve been.Thanks Lord for this.
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