Some day, when the wheels of destiny starts creaking around me, and the groans are heard to surviving few, I might ask myself If I have lived a good life.
Until such time, I live with no regrets. If life were a trade, and me a trading partner, let it be recorded that my partner has not discounted me. In this world I inherited, I stand in profit.
There is a password
Which opens all my locks.
The digital diary squeaks in assent
And my cell phone loves it too.
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A cell phone full of you
Crowding out the realms
Of all other relationships
Eating into the many worlds
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One neat string seamless and strong
That runs through my book of life
Tying in togetherness my pages
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A scoop of Silence splattered with sounds
Hot chocolate fudge on frozen vanilla
The taste of nuts rolling and melting
With the corn and the crowd.
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