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Monday, July 7, 2008

Life

Puzzle pieces, fit them together,
just don't expect to be helped.
Meticulously placing with an exhausted mind
as the puzzle box is shelved.
In The Game of Life.

Order forms, send them neatly,
make sure they're perfectly stacked.
Pass them on to those who await them
just don't expect them back.
In The Job of Life.

Things thrown at you, none expected,
but all must be done to perfection.
Everything stacked, hysterically tidy,
for all but one exception,
The End of Life.

7 comments:

Poet In The Jar said...

Ohhh man! You realize how good this is?
Damn, so good.
I really, really love your progressive style that's come out lately.
The knots are tied together so nicely... game of life, which we can't affect ourselves... job of life, with all its duties... the end of life, the one thing we can't control even if we thought we had all the control while living.
Wonderful piece. Kudos. <3

Ryan said...

:D

Alev said...

Wooooah... Dude, this is really good! :O Awesome job!

Ryan said...

:D

Poet In The Jar said...

look! alev is still alive in the commentary! ;)

Poet In The Jar said...

by the way, the "job of life" thing made me think of Revolution Roulette! :D

Ryan said...

hahahaha awesome Bex, VERY awesome