With an ache in my heart
and pain in my soul,
long has been the struggle
for some semblance of control
Stubborn as a mule at times,
you can't make this rock roll,
Wrinkles in Time are never smoothed
no matter how often washed or folded,
somehow you always notice
the little tear in the seam,
the error in your thinking.
to make you see the foolishness of your dream...
For in the blinking of a batted eyelash,
in the twirling of a mustache,
in the setting of the sun ,
in its rising, if tomorrow it comes;
there are as many variables
as there are possible results
and factored in with man's foibles
little wonder why the tumult...
10-15-10
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