Sometime Poem by Clyde King
Sometime
Sometimes you have to
feel your way back
to where you started.
You think "I got this! "
and you got nothing.
Life
is
like
an
E
S
C
A
L
A
T
O
R
You ride it
or you walk it.
You go down
or you go up, see?
But, don't worry,
because none of this really
matters. Life goes on
with or without you.
You are an exhalation,
a fart in the wind.
Poof, You're gone.
Nov.2020
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5/9/2024 5:54:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
True. While i am there in the wind will hang around and irritate big time. Thats life. Thanks for sharing.