Whatever I've Got

April 7, 2016

There is a silly old question that is often thrown about

If you were stuck out there forever what couldn’t you live without?

Perhaps food or drink,

Something blue or something pink

Would you miss your mother or you wife

Or would you be happy with a new life

All alone?

A whole island as your home?

If I were to answer such an inquiry

I would give you my answer so clearly

My books, my books are what I love

Filled with words that seemed to come from above

In them are found many things, not just one

And not the least among them is the fun

You find friends and family that you can shape on your own

But I suppose without real people life’s song would be a drone

And so, after some thought

I guess I’ll take whatever I’ve got.

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