Chances
1 Corinthians 15:33
33 Do not be deceived: “Evil company corrupts good habits.”
Chances (phil)
Taking chances through the changes.
always getting out on the limb.
Sometimes by choice … sometimes through habits
and that makes survival dim.
Is it a slipping and a sliding
this new culture made by man.
Hanging on is not the issue
just the bruises by falling then.
It is like getting into the jungle
of a baldman's lack of hair.
You wished a strand would help you tickle
as you slide down over your head.
You hit your nose with that bouncy ride
and at the tip you dive for cover
into a mustache nor well kept
and you feel safe as you crawl and hover.
Then a sound … a blowing wind.
Is he sneezing or just blowing?
Is it clear or a slimy mess?
Is it too late now for the knowing?
I guess I wound up either way.
All slick and wet … a slime-ball.
If I had to do it over again.
I would pick another bald one.
Jan Wienen
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