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I'm So Too...
I'm so many things I run short on ink-
I think I'm up, I know I'm down;
one moment jubilant with life then
dashed with a loved one's frown.
I'm teetering on a balance beam
I planed thin by design;
heaven knows my toes grip and slip to tears an inch,
a miles' inch, sometimes.
That changing face I see in front of me;
Oh, I know those eyes,
they try to fool this fool with rhymes
that rain is sunny skies.
But this way I feel; found, and as quick so lost,
tells me I'm my own employee at the same time I'm the boss;
it happens every day for all of us
on this ship life's oceans toss.
But the bus keeps coming, ever on the dime
a celestial schedule wrought;
so the steps I climb, every time
with the fare my first breath bought.
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