The Future

The future called

Excuse me? What?

Say that again

The future called

And you’re not in it!

That’s not funny

It wasn’t a joke

There’s nothing here

That’s because it’s the future

We’re still working on it

And you’re the smartest person on the planet?

 

 

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I’VE GOT A SECRET

Sometimes I envy the mentally challenged little old man that stood in line to pay his utility bill that winter day.

He had a secret–given away by the possum eating persimmons grin plastered across his bewhiskered face.  If only someone would come closer.

Bundled up against the cold, he was, wearing a blue-gray cardigan sweater and a jaunty snap-brim cap.

Life was simple.  He was at peace with the world and had a purpose.

The joy on his face couldn’t be measured when the secret was revealed.

“I’ve got twelve sweaters on–you want to see them?”  He meant no harm to himself or anyone else–laughed fit to die.

If he was happy with who he was–I was happy.  He made my day.  There’d be other secrets in days to come.

WONDERFUL WEIRD WORLD (We’re All Different)

Some like, what others don’t

Some go to exciting places

Others, would as soon, stay home

Some have a lot to say about themselves

Others wish, they’d shut up already

Some want to be noticed, others want to be left alone

Some have a lot of friends, others just a few

Some have everything they want, others can’t buy a break

Some have a lot to lose, others have nothing to gain

Some have many things to do, others are incredibly bored

Some want to remember, others want to forget

Some are impatient–want instant gratification

Others are patient–don’t mind waiting

Some like brown paper packages

Tied up with strings

Others say, why bother?

That’s too much trouble

Who needs fancy things?