wading through my trash, I came upon the original handwritten version of an old lyric poem. Not knowing where the finalized version is, I just edited it (and added a stanza). I'm not sure which forum I should put it, if any, but I thought I'd share some of my 'years ago' lyricism.
What/Which/Where
As a child I pondered the things I was told,
"Will I see things the same when I finally am old?"
"Sit up!" I hear, after told to sit down...
But, if I am up, how can I be down?
Only when light shines, the shadows are found;
Some moving, some still, right there on the ground.
Yet, how often I've heard that shadows fall;
Already down, are they falling at all?
Another was ordered, I'm reportedly told,
"Shut up and eat!" and she retorted, quite bold,
To that commanding conundrum thus posed,
"How can I eat if my mouth is kept closed!"
"Don't use your fingers when you're eating your food!"
Just how could I answer without sounding rude?
"If I don't use my fingers," I tempted fate,
"Do I shove my whole face into the plate?"
Don't make soup of potatoes by slopping with peas...
"I need to make better use of my fork, if you please."
Dad yells, "It goes to the same place inside!"
"Did you taste it when it has!" I replied.
The demons descend and the angels arise --
Contrary convulsion expanding the skies.
With heaven above and hell down below,
Which is from where as they go to and fro?
[center][color=#003300]On a sideline note, I walked by the corner parking lot for a small apartment building. The sign at the entry stated, "Tentant Parking Only" Considering the frequent attendance of ants at picnics and campsites, I suppose the owner finds it odd that there's not one tiny ant tent in his lot...
Happy ponderings
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