PaulOne Hand (LINK)
December 19th 2007 04:50
It's a Funny Old World
One Hand
We used to have a pile of friends; we’d count ‘em on ten limbs.
But Time’s thalidomide’s cut in – the ranks have rather thinned.
20 years have passed us by (we saw them just last week).
Two sheep from ten hairy goats; a chaff from 15 wheat.
So what I really wanna know, if you’ve got time of day:
do I still join your happy few and will you go my way?
Are we two pals who stay the course, or will you turn me loose
to float off with your jetsam as your star fleet hits the juice?
It’s me versus a hundred as I await your call.
We used to love each other, but love don’t conquer all.
We used to have a pile of friends; we’d count ‘em on ten limbs.
But Time’s thalidomide’s cut in – the ranks have rather thinned.
20 years have passed us by (we saw them just last week).
Two sheep from ten hairy goats; a chaff from 15 wheat.
So what I really wanna know, if you’ve got time of day:
do I still join your happy few and will you go my way?
Are we two pals who stay the course, or will you turn me loose
to float off with your jetsam as your star fleet hits the juice?
It’s me versus a hundred as I await your call.
We used to love each other, but love don’t conquer all.
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Comment by D. Armenta
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Such dark verse (though well written)--you're not becoming jaded, I hope.....
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