A Story to Tell...I think....

His story...her story....

what is..is what...

It seems that much is going on
Scary it can be
When from the darkness long arms wave
Threatening you and me

Assailled we be from every side
As has gone on through history
Herstory too
A bit of lightness is needed here
Don't you agree....

One within....

who dwells within...

Many ways we have
To view these terrible deeds
Perhaps the best
Is disregard it all

In the long run
They matter not one iota
The body they can hurt
But not the One who dwells within

Another way....perhaps

upset faces

Of course there will be those
Who seek a different way
Uptight
Upset
Anger they display

Look in the mirror
When angry be
Wonder who is looking back
With screwed up eyes
And purs-ed lips
Cheeks flushed red
Forehead creased
Not a merry sight to see

It really will not do much good
Like standing by the edge of sea
Trying to hold back the next wave
A funny scene that can be

Destiny.....

destiny????

Hither and thither you do run
Seeking out your destiny
Forgetting that all these deeds
Put into motion long ago
By guess who...
You...

Each one responsible
For own destiny
Put into place at this time
Part of larger equation be

Oh dearie me...

stiff martini may help!!!

So my good friend
Go you sweet way
Do what you need to do
Beat your breast
Pull out your hair
Whatever brings ease to you
Perhaps a stiff martini one

Oh I forgot
Teetotallers abound most everywhere
Only booze behind closed doors
Hoping no-one will see
Oh dearie me....