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If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!

so very busy
not doing much
just living a life
on the edge of a crust

cold weather
makes  me sleep
seems I am powered
by solar rays as I reach
my latter middle aged days

but all is good, all is fine
as I pour  another wine
grab a book off the shelf
settle in and read
for my health.

Easily cracks
Easily slips
Easily drops
Easy to wear
Easy to finish
Expensive
That's me

A perfectionist
Gets disappointed easily
Even when things are enough or ok
She wants more
Unsatisfied with the beauty
She burns all that is passable

When you're okay
They're not
When you're not okay
They are
Just rest the rest of the time
And wait for moments
When you're around them
Then they'll see you're okay
Without them

Sensitivity to the poison
Most are not so adept at hiding
Throw them into a pile of roses
Without which we could not become perfumed
How to beckon others to come in
When you haven't got a clue
Toward the light you seal the door
You haven't suffered much anymore
Waiting to sit on an old chair
It's your slow growing hair that makes the time

When everyone has said their fair share
We all stop to listen to her
She speaks of distant things
Without the world there would be no noise
Without her there would be no silence
These are moments
Feared and treasured
Totally obscured by the thought of loss
There are days that pass us by without notice
Then there are days that give us grief
Then there are days that surprise us
Then there are days that are expectantly forcasted
Then there are days you wish would never begin
Then there are days you wish would never become
Those are the days that happen because there is so much from today
So much so that, yesterday becomes that gift you wish were always