Sit and drift along,
or converse into the wee hours.
Stand and dance around,
or sing to the highest note you know.
Write and toy with words,
or report the facts of sorrow.
Read and disappear into a theater,
or pass the time educated.
Walk and think not of miles,
or quicken pace to loose weight.
Eat and harmonize with the source,
or chew the red juice.
What options we have,
the list goes on:
mine, yours;
his, hers, theirs, and ours.
Embrace it we shall,
or forsake it we might.
Remember nonetheless,
luck is always on the side of option.
I’ll Miss Bringing You Flowers
3 months ago
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