The sun sets on another day…
I found myself watching the colors and trying to hold on to them all. The reds and oranges slipped upon the horizon, but we gone all too fas.t It was not a lot of fun!
Ever spin you wheels? Ever feel like you are doing everything and later find you have not done all you wanted? I have.
Today I found myself doing too much and too little at the same time. As I did, I took a moment, and made the day better. That gave me this:
Spinning:
Time is walking ever quickly, rapid slow, and too and fro
Days are passing, slipping, shifting, making life both lost and known
Hours are slapping, time is tapping, life is yapping, like a duck
Each are laughing, wisty, capping, locking tires on mister truck
There is lies and laughs and giggles, cows and piggles, a piggles life?
What’s a piggle, and how does it wiggle, and soon we will figgle it in our strife
A time is laughing, and and life is lacking, and we are yacking out our dust
for clock seem happy, and is life crappy, not me I’m happy, because I must
So smile or giggle, and laugh or jiggle, or make butts wiggle in easy grace
because I am giant, and life is quiet, and people pliant, but in your face
It makes me fatter, and I drink water, and you know better than to read this poem
because I know life is here, and we will find it there, and not miss underwear, and you can grow
So figure it out now, and milk an old brown cow, and beat up guys names Mao, and laugh some more
What did Mao do to you, he wore another show, and maybe his duck flew, and it wasd a chore
So just find happiness, and make your yappiness, a fine life what did I miss as life goes on
I found it all today, I’ll find another way, and we find life to play, and make life good and won
So as the sun sets on another day, figure that one out. It makes sense to me! I hope you giggle and laugh and find a way each day, no matter what!
Sleep sweet, love life, and be spectacular…