Sebastian Sandok


The Eleventh Overture - Poem by Sebastian Sandok

Eleven, eleven
Don’t tell me I’m in heaven.

I made a wish,
For a golden dish.

Not all works the way,
That is was planned in May.

When the rain comes
Reach for the rum.

But drinking away your worries,
Only helps in the hurries.

Life lived close to the marrow,
Is life straight as an arrow.

Miles for miles,
Are as treacherous as Ganges and Niles.

Don’t buy a lot,
But ask to squat.

Faith by the clock,
Is worse then a jailhouse lock.

Never stop moving,
If you like to keep improving

For the world is moving fast.
And this sight may be your last

Understanding is hard,
When life deals you bum cards.

There is only one thing to do
That is go on being you.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008



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