Many loose ends
What do I feel
How do I prepare
For days to be real
Age comes along
An end is for sure
What is right action
What life is in store
Pick up my pen
Words do come out
Stream of consciousness
To glory do shout
Not very smart
In the things of the world
Yet that’s where we live
Till ages unfurl
Exhorted to wisdom
As serpents on earth
Not being so wired
Can act like a jerk!
© 6/26/08, Glenn
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