The Meaning of Life in 13 Words:
“Inside Every Old Person Is A Younger Person Asking, What The Fuck Happened?”
Then there is ME:
And then there is the Beatitudes for people like me:
BEATITUDES FOR THE OLD
BLESSED THEY WHO KNOW MY WALK'S UNSTEADY
AND MY HANDS SHAKE
BLESSED THEY WHO SPEAK A LITTLE LOUDER
BLESSED THEY WHO KNOW THE WORLD IS MISTY
IN MY SIGHT AND IN MY MIND
BLESSED THEY WHO DO NOT GRUMBLE WHEN I SPILL THE SALT
BLESSED THEY WHO SMILE AT ME AND STOP TO TALK
AND LISTEN TO MY STORIES THREE TIMES TOLD
BLESSED ARE THE LISTENERS TO THE TALES OF MY YOUTH
WHO LOVE ME AND TREAT ME WITH RESPECT
BLESSED THEY WHO GIVE ME WARMTH AS COLD CREEPS IN
BLESSED THEY WHO MAKE GOD SEEM MORE FRIENDLY
AND WHEN ETERNITY WRAPS ITSELF ABOUT ME
I SHALL REMEMBER THEM TO GOD
7 comments:
That about sums it up mr pot.
You crack me up. Love it! Just for the record, you're still young at heart and look 25.
Sarge, Yup!
MF (love those initials)Go right now, stop what you are doing, pull over to the curb and let Wheels drive you straight to the eye doctor. You are in bad shape gurl and need glasses - strong ones.
Blessed be your perverted widdle heart. ;)
L.S., are you hinting for a spanking, too?
I love your meaning of life! I feel that way at least once a week.
Everyone feels young in the dark.
I have lots of frisky old friends. All frisky is in the head.
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