Terry Cooper

Rookie (1/01/1955 / midwest united states)

Checkpoint - Poem by Terry Cooper

So, there's a reason for all of this
Struggling with existence
Struggling for the necessities
Of existence
They say living is cheap
It's the accessories that'll kill ya

Too True
You must have the car
To take you to work
To pay for the home
You need for shelter

It's like being a hamster
On a wheel
An exercise in futility
Running so hard
And getting nowhere

What's it all about, Alfie?
Who asked for this?
And when it's all over,
What?
You can't take it with you
Not where you're going
You won't need it

You'll have everything you could want
Everything you need
And you'll be too tired
To enjoy it

Sometimes I think God
Is up there
Playing with his little chess pieces
Until finally it's checkmate

Free will?
Not all
It's damned expensive.


Comments about Checkpoint by Terry Cooper

  • (5/29/2006 5:18:00 PM)


    Hear hear! You have your poetry though, Terry - worth it's weight in gold.
    Great to read you again.
    Hugs
    Anna xxx
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, May 15, 2006


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