Thursday, November 29, 2012

RANTINGS OF AN OLD MAN SOUND LIKE A POEM (Abbbbcddddeeee)

Weighing my options
Work or pleasure
Such a boundless measure
Confused, sunken treasure.
A faithful, foreboding endeavor
I've always wished it to stop,
Though my mind keeps spinning.
Ambitious lies, a faithless underpinning
Life goes on , it appears I'm winning.
Hopefully the smile, stays grinning.

The work speeds, the pace slows
Where I'm going no one knows.
The present drags, the future glows
Where I'm going no one knows.

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