We born
We live
We die
Our bodies
Returns to dust
This makes dirt
This makes things grow
Along comes some water
And makes mud
So be careful
What you step in
It could be
My life.
November 4, 2008
November 4, 2008
We born
We live
We die
Our bodies
Returns to dust
This makes dirt
This makes things grow
Along comes some water
And makes mud
So be careful
What you step in
It could be
My life.
November 4, 2008 at 1:20 pm
Great Poem ! i laughed.
November 4, 2008 at 4:37 pm
wise words passing thru wise hands
November 5, 2008 at 9:23 am
Interesting that you found it amusing. I read it in context of his other poems and got instead a bit more of a serious, surge against oppression take on it, but when I go Zen mind and try to read it on its own, I see that it can be funny also.