State Of Complaining Poem by shimon weinroth
State Of Complaining
Too few or too many
It's never just right
Too hot or too cold
The weather the mood
The pace too slow or too fast
Upset or indifferent
Sets, subsets and classes
Senses erect, dials alert
Tongues awagging, speak and cry out
Opinions about this or that
About such as
Too little, too much
Only in death everything is just right
And so wrong
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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