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The Cardboard Breadman

Tattered Clothes

It wore the stains of dust and dirt;
with age, adding to its wear;
yet, my wardrode, I couldn’t desert;
tho, in much need of repair.

When young, my clothes were fine;
neat, pressed, and in style;
with my energy inside; aligned;
those clothes; gone for a while.

Like

Still Waters

Still waters are considered peacefulness;
becoming relaxed and profound;
thought, a place to be soothed and blessed;
without troubles or stresses around.

But troubles are what this world’s about;
it’s not some kind of peaceful resort;
in this regard, if you have any doubt;
sorrows will cut your

Stage Performances

We spend a lifetime on a stage called earth;
it’s nothing but illusion, to be sure;
deluded, into thinking, it’s the place of birth;
instead it’s where we serve out a tour.

We’ve likely been here, many times before;
tho we’ve forgotten the lessons we

Life's Production

Life is a staged production;
staffed with an excellent cast;
performing; with no interruption;
not intended, forever, to last.

All life is dead men walking;
time gives dates for decay;
tho predators may be stalking;
they won’t disturb life’s play.

Destiny has written the script;
while eternity keeps

A Mystery Called Thought

It seems that most people love a mystery;
we love the puzzles, we’ve bought;
throughout time, through all of history;
we struggled with a puzzle called thought.

It seems a straightforward complexity;
to explain how consciousness works;
instead, it’s become a bane of perplexity;
and many who’ve

A Moment

A Moment

Every moment lasts for a lifetime;
it’s a carefully contrived endeavor;
sometimes it serves as a lifeline;
for a lifetime lasts forever.

We think a moment is come and gone;
but that simply isn’t so;
all moments, forever, must live on;
for it has no place

A Hero To One

I traveled alone down the country road,
where I’d been, so many times before.
This time I carried an emotional load;
for I had lost the one I adore.

She had passed away some time ago;
her body had turned into dust.
Before the summer; and after the snow;

A Child

What is so special about a little child;
a seed, that’s become a sprout;
not meant to remain a flower so wild;
inner wisdom will soon win out.

Overcoming a period of gestation;
a baby, has now left the womb;
ordained for a life of frustration;
then, destined for

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