so it goes...
Jeff Bechdol
JUST TRIPPING ALONG...
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Well, oft' I wonder nearly ev'ry day,
Whether it's worth the effort at all.
I get up, get dressed, go about my way,
And seem to do nothing but fall.
Though oft' it seems, I must confess
Despite all the wains and woes,
That every day I still get dressed
Though less graceful now it goes.
Through all my travel and trips I take,
The adventure is quite brutal.
But I remember here what is at stake,
And decide it must be futile.
Then again, I ponder still
The future and my life.
And wonder whether not the ill
Today yield tomorrow less strife.
Theoretically it surely must go,
That there exist a day of bliss.
But then again I know
Infinity minus one yields little less.
So off I go about my way,
Bumping into doors and walls,
Until such time there be a day
When the doors and walls are gone.
-jb