Saturday, April 24, 2010
Lyric
He waited so long for the train,
they finally built the tracks.
He climbed up then,
onto the wooden platform,
and flagged her down.
She came to a halt;
he hurried on;
and now, how he misses
that dirty old town.
(first publication)
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Good Morning William :) Looks like he finally found his escape from the old town. But then he also found out that "the grass is not always greener on the other side". So often we think we know what we want to change then find out later that we were content right where we were~~~
...or could/should have been. Good morning, Janice.
I was there
but in stead of
going in
I went around.
or to put it hanudderway:
everywhere I go
there I am
Or to put it still another way: “Here comes there goes you know you.”
yet,even,an, other way:
I recently invented/joined the school of art/poetry I call:
I just don't know
so far
in this The Age of Huh
I am the only dues-paying member!
our/my motto: paint/write how you
like
and
die happy.
beautifully written William, and always resonating with .... stuff of life:)
Thank you, Rahina. I hope things are going well with you.
Congratulations, Ed. Better to pay your dues in huhs than duhs. Wasn’t it Grouch Marx who said he’d never join a club that would have him as a member?
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