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I suppose you might say I look antiquated, but I don't feel
it,
Strange is it
not?
You would think I would be showing my age by now,
After all; I
have been around for a lot longer than three million
years.
What's that I hear you say,
"How can that
be?'
How can that
not be, for I have nowhere to go.
Whilst it is true I persistently change my roles,
I still enjoy
every one of them....come what may.
On the surface,
it could seem
there is a lot of havoc and mayhem
in my
existence,
But it is just
that; Only on the surface.
Many of the characters I play appear to be enduring life,
Running around
like headless chickens,
Taking
things; Oh! so seriously,
Worries and
anxieties abound.
And I sense it all and yet; I still love life's featured
charades,
The
make-believe world of deceits and lies,
My, my; What
pretense. What grievous dis-ease's of the mind.
I'm glad it is
only fabricate illusions.
It fashions a variety show of drama, adventure, comedy
Not to mention
sorrow,
"No! Please
don't mention sorrow" I hear you cry,
Well, I did
mention sorrow, for it all seems so real to the
personalities
I play,
Good Game;
Good Game.
You see; I have no need of pipe or fiddlers three,
For no matter
what....... I Am A Merry Old Soul,
For no matter what........ No matter lasts,
Hee hee.......
Sorry but I have to chuckle,
For in
reality.... I will always wonder freely,
It looks like it's the end of another innings,
Pull up the
wickets and change the rules then.
I presume I'll have a heavenly rest stop.
An episode of
doing nothing in my true attire of vacuity,
It's all the
same to me, It's all so sublimely divine,
What a great
boss I have and no wages of sin.
I must slip into something a little more comfortable,
I guess it's
time for a cup of spirituali-tea,
Bring on the
elixir of life.
Be a dear and pass the honey.
by Michael
Levy © February 2002
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