Now I lay me down to sleep
My peace of mind I pray to keep
And though I dream before I rise
Still vague the vision of three eyes
Now I risk life on the road
On daily scooter rides, light load
My constant prayer: to stay alive
And in one piece safely arrive
My chatty self, even when praying
May miss what Universe is saying
So help me still the inner clatter
I need to listen, hear what matters
I'm grateful that I've lived past forty
So far, Great Times! I thank you, Lordy
But if I die before age fifty
I'm grateful, still--my life's been n . . . wondrous
Burma Shave.
ReplyDeleteThat was only brilliant till the last line, when it achieved I'm Not Worthiness.
Ha ha!
ReplyDeleteI'm not a poet, by any means!
And this arena is a safe place for me to experiment without fear of criticism or what others think.
So, in that spirit, I truly appreciate your response. I didn't expect any, actually.
Play on, y'all!