Little lives so quickly lost
So easily discarded by the hands of fate
Tiny sparks of existence
Islands of pain and need
Quickly swamped by the tides of nothingness
Dead and gone
Not even a memory
Little lives are lost
Who will lament their passing?
Why th zoo today?
I have an annual pass
A shame to waste it
Summer sun is back
But for how long will it be?
Rain is in the sky
The tram brakes, I grab
Accidentally of course
Her smile says “ok”
Is this, all of this, a lie?
Do stars not shine?
Do clouds not bring rain?
Does whatever goes up
Eventually come down?
Sometimes I wonder
If all I see and hear
The glories of touch, smell and taste
Are not just illusions
Perfectly crafted phantoms of existence
In place for an unknowable purpose
But then I look at the world
In all it’s majesty and splendour
And I think
If it is a lie
Then it is the most beautiful lie indeed
Imagine stars past clear-blue sky
Imagine times long gone by
Imagine star-crossed lovers meet
Imagine grass beneath your feet
Imagine death and life anew
Imagine new worlds into view
Imagine anything you will
Imagination fits the bill
One! Two! Three! Four!
All up in the air!
Trying to keep them up
With the greatest of care
Juggling, juggling
Juggling away
If they don’t keep aloft
It will be a bad day
I juggle my life
My work and I find
To keep it all airborne’s
Foremost in my mind
Juggling, juggling
Juggling away
I have to keep going
What’er comes my way
I thought that maybe I’d write
Bout what I got upto at night
But I thought with a frown
Of my night on the town
And said “Best keep that stuff out of sight!”
One time walking down the road
I saw a lorry drop it’s load
Such was my luck
It was a guinness truck
And I cried as out the pints flowed
"You've got to help me, Doc! I can't take this pain anymore! There's got to be something you can do."
Dr. Wexler rubbed his chin thoughtfully before sterilizing the stethoscope and returning it to the top drawer of a cabinet painted antiseptic-white. "There’s no doubt about it, Joseph,” he mused with his back still turned, “This is a professional first for me.
The sun shines brightly
Bright light glares off the stones
The hot air shimmers
I have a new friend
A little robin red-breast
Come begging for food
Story time tonight
Imagination runs wild
It is showtime soon
No matter how cold the day
No matter how wet
This golden concoction
Will leave you well set
To get fortified
As well as can be
Nothing quite beats
A good cuppa tea!
Tonight I saw the new star trek movie
I thought that it was good film to see
Explosions and spaceships and ray-guns are fun
I admit, I’m a trekkie, set faces to shun
What’s wrong with trekkies I hasten to ask
It’s a world where babble can solve any task
With Vulcans and Klingons and chicks with green skin
Why is watching this show such a sin?
It may not be hip, but is that sad?
How can anything starring Bill Shatner be bad?
And though that thesp was replaced with Chris Pine
The acting’s still cheesy, they’ll get on just fine!
