To an all expense shared Life for one On any path I choose to travel. So I buy a ticket, board a ship Leave the dock, and demand My selfish purposes be fulfilled. Full speed ahead. Then I look down over the side of the boat And I see--I’m on the Titanic. But my life’s real problem is-- I have no respect for icebergs. Life’s tiny little ice cube surface problems That I decide to egotistically run over And unkindly crush--oblivious of the devastating. Icy-life-pain complications just below the surface. And even when I survive a wreck, I choose to paddle my lifeboat with a teaspoon, Stroking continuously on only one side And complaining of the dull repetitious scenery. |
| No Respect for Icebergs |
| These poems are tracks marking the happy meandering path of ongoing discovery ... |
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