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ROCK, PAPER, PLASTIC?
Living in a cheap plastic rental world with an entitled throwaway attitude has consequences.
Expect one day, your possessions, things around, indeed your life to become unstable. What seems so strong today becomes weak tomorrow, that time arriving with such stunning regularity. Now your entitlement is tarnished, brittle, useless with age, the sun, passing seasons. Only you are the throwaway. Entitled to nothing, further negatively enhanced by an attitude which failed to ready you for tomorrow, suddenly become today. Metal rusts with age corrodes. A foundation built on rock lasts far past the age of man. Gaze upon the Appalachian Mountains, the Grand Canyon. Dream, then prepare with strength, conviction; life is eternal, plan for it.
ROCK, PAPER, PLASTIC
One, two, rock, paper, plastic,
Ever gamble as a kid?
Yea figured that one easy,
I think everybody did.
What were the stakes long ago?
Pencil, perhaps first in line?
Wasn’t living simple then?
When young life seemed so fine.
Adult life still a gamble,
Stakes, they went up some, you know.
Makes you wish for grade school days.
To where gentle breezes blow.
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I am writing number two in my series of marital discord blogs and poems.
Marital disharmony came to mind as I walked up the drive the other night.
Big game today, or every day for us patriots.
A short 55 years have passed since last I shot myself, seems like only yesterday.
I’ve always been a dog man, oh don’t get me wrong, cats are ok but they just aren’t loyal like a dog, so we had dogs.
A man in church with my wife listened to the sermon and remarked how he guessed we are all “second string angels.”
I’m full up on taking crap and keeping my mouth shut.
My fanciful love story, don’t you love this this time of year!
For some reason, I started thinking about a chicken in the hen-house.
My mind works in devious fashion sometimes, and this one came out at my wife’s request.