In True Perspective
| . . . There are many advantages to being single and leading a solitary life. None more important than not having to put your dirty underwear in the clothes hamper when you take them off at night. Who is going to see them lying there on the floor during the night? Of course there is always the unwritten rule about always wearing dirty underwear when you are going out in public. Just in case you are involved in an accident and have to be taken to the hospital. But, I don't know whether that applies to leaving your underwear lying beside your bed at night. Unless .... you might have a fire in the middle of the night and have to call 911. Then I guess you can only hope that your underwear will get burnt up before the firemen get there. . . . There are of course many other advantages or liberties one has living by himself. When you put some- thing someplace it will be there when you go to retrieve it. Someone else will not have put it away. Although I am one that believes that everything has a place and it should be put in that place, it always seems there are not enough places. How does one decide how to properly organize all of their stuff. Do you do it alphabetically, numerically, by how often you will need it, by the size, or just stack it so you can see all of it. I have tried all of these systems from time to time, but it always ends up stacked here and there. But this is not all bad unless someone comes to visit, and then you have to either stand up to talk or you have to clear off at least one chair so your guest can sit down. This then becomes uncomfortable because your guest is now sitting and you are standing over them. So you end up clearing two places which can later cause you great stress, because you did have everything stacked where you knew where it was, now you have mixed up probably, at least three stacks of stuff. So this system isn't always the best either. . . . Being single and alone most of the time also has other advantages. Like having the time to sit and ponder all of those things in life that have no real meaning. Like why did God make thunder? Some will say, so as to warn you of the danger of getting struck by lightening. But the truth of the matter is that if you are going to get struck by lightening, it is going to happen before you hear the thunder and if you live in Florida like I do this is a very good possibility. . . . Some other very important questions that comes to mind, that a single man has time to ponder is; Where do babies really come from? Although I feel I am a pretty intelligent man, I find it hard to believe something so complex like a baby is grown inside some woman's belly. I believe it is just a ploy by women to keep their husbands away from them for an extended period of time without having to use the excuse of having a headache. And the big belly comes from all of the food they ingest during this period. When the time comes, they rush to the hospital, where they have a supply of babies of different sizes and shapes, and a computer checks all of the criteria supplied reference the parents physical descriptions, etc. and a baby is selected. Where does the hospital get the babies? From the stork of course. Enough said about babies. . . . Another Question; Does the space shuttle really orbit the earth and did men really walk on the moon? The answer to this is very simple. Of course not! These are all "Made For T.V." episodes. This is just another great coverup made by the politicians. When in reality the money is spent to pay the ridiculous retirement salaries for retired presidents and congressmen. The last topic that comes to mind is where does dust come from? The other day I moved book that had been lying on a table for some time and there was a perfect outline where it had been. It is just hard for me to fathom where all of these fine particles of dust have come from and after all I just dusted everything about a year ago. . . . Well, I guess I just need a woman in my life to help put things In True Perspective. Maybe she will be able to explain the dust phenomenon to me. |
For off the coast of Florida lay,
a destroyer of all in its path.
Some laughed and opt to say,
"We're not afraid of his wrath".
The insolence of a very few,
seemed to travel out to sea,
where the monster now quickly grew,
from a class two, to a killer three.
Everywhere for a hundred miles or more,
the scene was the very same.
Only he knew what was instore.
They prepared, but yet he came.
As the day grew on, his breath did rise,
from a whisper, to very harsh,
most were aware of his surprise,
from the city into the marsh.
They boarded their windows tightly fast,
and the store shelves they stripped clean.
No one knew how long it would last,
for nothing like this had most seen.
The town was like a ghost town,
as most all had headed north.
The empty boats went up and down,
the trees swayed back and forth.
The darkness could not hide,
the howls of this screaming beast.
The froth of the rising tide,
was the drool of his feast.
His appetite matched his rage,
he devoured all in his sight.
The destruction of his rampage,
was evident at first light.
Rubble and debris as far as the eye could see.
No bomb could have done more harm.
No one could have predicted this tradgedy,
this time it was no false alarm.
One by one they did return
to see what of their plight.
Each and everyone did learn,
to thank God for their flight.
Many came from far and near,
to lend a loving hand,
but they still live in fear,
for they don't understand . . .
Why they lost all, when they had tried . . .
to be honest, loving and true.
Many tears will be cried,
from the wrath of Hurricane Andrew.
For tears when wept, for youth and beauty.
For tears when wept, of love and duty.
For tears when wept, for weepings sake.
The joy of weeping, let no man take.
AT LAST I WILL BE FREE
I have died a thousands deaths, what would one more hurt? It only seems appropriate, since everyone's so curt. This time will be the final one, with no more of life's pain. It all seems so fitting, since my life was lived in vain. I've touched a life here and there, but left with hurt and shame. It seems as though my dying, will be my only fame. When for me it's over. please don't shed a tear. For when I needed someone, no one was ever here. So if I go tomorrow, just let my memory die. Burn all that is left of me, and throw my ashes into the sky. Let the wind carry them, as far as the eye can see. For at last I'll have peace, at last I will be free.
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LISTEN MY CHILD
Listen, listen my child, to what I have to say. Listen, listen my child, it may save you pain one day I have made all the mistakes, all there are to make. I haved failed to forgive, instead, have learned to take. Listen, listen my child, and try to learn one thing. Listen, listen my child, when you need me, I will be here for you to cling. I have have failed to listen, for my many long years. I have grieved away half my life, with sorrows and tears. Listen, listen my child, if one thing from me you learn. Listen, listen my child, it will one day be your childs turn.
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