The Cardboard Breadman

How can I, somehow, absorb your pain;
is there some way I can lift your spirit?
Why has this life, gained your disdain;
you mustn’t let sorrows near it.

Most of us think we can avoid all drama;
but drama is what all life is about;
all must learn

Who turned out the light of my life;
exited from it’s stage;
who removed my loving wife;
and turned another life’s page?

Who brought down the stage curtain;
brought about the end to our song;
what about the future is certain;
and how can I just play along?

We ought never judge a book by it’s cover;
or so it has often been said;
such also applies to a friend or lover;
at least, till their book has been read.

For the cover is what the authors show;
what they simply choose to reveal;
not really all

Yesterday seems a lifetime ago;
tomorrow has yet to come;
today, can’t last very long, and so;
all of time has morphed into one.

What is it; this enemy called time;
that master of our happiness;
creator of the present, sublime;
permitting only temporary success?

Why would God create

None are perfect; though expected to be;
and your critics will always be around;
for just as far as your eyes can see,
is where all your critics are found.

Tho we expect that most people are good;
we are often taken by surprise;
evil is lurking in nearly each

What is it about a woman and a man;
what’s so special about their touch?
Consider any other relationship you can;
and they don’t mean half as much.

What is it about when they embrace;
there’s nothing that feels the same;
both desiring to share the same

In reality, I’m just a mind;
a conscious, awareness being;
to my body; temporarily assigned;
my soul: that body, overseeing.

My soul was cast as a seed;
transformed; fashioned by Light;
tending to all of my need;
thought became my sight.

Hands and feet are mere illusions;
the physical

Sorrow rides in on a gentle breeze;
I’m uncertain as to his role;
much like a form of mind disease;
infecting my thoughts and soul.

How can memories, floating on air;
effect the thoughts on my mind;
or tragic thoughts, still be there;
by which, my emotions; defined?

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