A tisket but no tasket,
An everflowing basket,
Of life as rosy – dark,
As a song in the park,
In a hurricane!
Or more?
What could possibly be in store?
An uncertainty of sorts,
A chaotic half a quart,
In a world that doesn’t care!
It’s all – buyer beware!
And yet something has to give,
So we can barely live,
And the greed will slowly ebb,
And the sunshine will be glib,
With a tisket and a tasket,
And a one man band of a racket,
I’m hoping to make a change!
At least within an acceptable range.
Poems For An Old Lover #2
