If
If I were just to do my thing,
Forget all this, what would it bring
To me (besides relief from crap
That others do – besides all that –They do which is productive now)?
I do believe it would, somehow,
Make life much better all around;
So – why not that? Do – once it’s found.For no one stops good healthy life
Within this context – for my wife
And I are here in Giver-land,
And much of this we understand.So why not do the parts we can?
Do now within this Giver-land,
And leave the rest for other folks –
Augmented text enriched by jokes.For life is simple, pleasant, short;
The time’s right now to do our work;
Through these remaining active days
The time is now, as Scripture says.The rest? It’s like tar-baby’s goo –
You pick it up it grabs you too;
When we desire to get involved,
We do, but then we’ve nothing solved –We’re left to do our best with goo;
They walk away, “I thought you knew
That baby was a tar-ish doll;
Too bad for you, that now you’re stalled”.But worse than that – touch more than one,
The dissipation adds to fun
We have enwrapped in two or more;
Too late we come to know the score.“Mind your own business, Stu”, He said,
“For you, enwrapped in tar, unfed,
Will spend your last departing days,
Sick, weak, and dying, as Paul says.”Well, Lord, You told me, “Back off now”
I couldn’t do that – now, somehow,
I find myself, Houdini-like,
All bound and shackled, locked up tight.“You’re not – it just appears that way;
The door’s unlocked, your free today;
All are – like elephants with rings –
Song bird, you’re free – new life begins.navigation