Good Day Revised
movingfinger
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Good Day
I got this weight off my shoulders,
Water barrels strapped to worn oak,
And as the strain creeps away
it's easy to say that today
Can be called a good day
A sumpter trots amongst
Creeping shadows.
The Albatross wings above,
Until the piercing of divulging rays
Forces it to lurch away.
It's easy to say that today
Can be called a good day
Plague and open buboes
Upon back laden with clay;
A moment's respite
Makes today,
What some may call,
A good day.
In the end,
when the expression
no longer has meaning
and the rock is pressed
against your shoulder,
The walk down the mountain
May be what constitutes
A good day.
I got this weight off my shoulders,
Water barrels strapped to worn oak,
And as the strain creeps away
it's easy to say that today
Can be called a good day
A sumpter trots amongst
Creeping shadows.
The Albatross wings above,
Until the piercing of divulging rays
Forces it to lurch away.
It's easy to say that today
Can be called a good day
Plague and open buboes
Upon back laden with clay;
A moment's respite
Makes today,
What some may call,
A good day.
In the end,
when the expression
no longer has meaning
and the rock is pressed
against your shoulder,
The walk down the mountain
May be what constitutes
A good day.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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