A Bugs Life
An insect when off I dozed
I woke up but didn’t understand
Was I really human with all my toes
Or a bug dreaming I’d become a Man
What did this new life mean
Where I had the power
To assume the shape of anything
Every day of every hour
I buzzed around in this new theme
Pollinating pretty flowers
Presently a bumblebee it seemed
Chasing springtime showers
So light I want to sing
Now I’m a fly on the wall
I can hear everything
And no one sees me at all
A bugs life
Filled with chaos and strife
Avoiding the heel of a shoe
Not wanting to be a squashed tattoo
And I love to taste the smell
Blossoming flowers in the park
I become hypnotized under their spell
While listening to the chirping meadow lark
Loud chirping bird is all I can hear
Suddenly his beak grasp me up
Looks like I’ve become bird’s meal
If only I can now wake up!
A bugs life is not
All it’s made out to be
Especially if you get caught
Hanging out in the wrong tree
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Robert Williford
Honorably discharged disabled veteran from Arkansas. Did a 12 month tour in Europe and a 6 week deployment to Northwest Africa. I speak a little German and a lot of Spanish. Many Vets lose their way/purpose in life. Your new mission in life, the most important you will ever have, is to become a better father, husband, son and neighbor. It doesn't make you weak to become a better human being. You don't have to be one of the military statistics who either commit suicide or end up in prison.
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