Tuesday, April 4, 2017

I want nothing from you world.

I want nothing from you world.


No sour grapes sold before their time.
No old avocados brown when opened.
No irate tellers who are there to give me my money at the bank.
I don’t want sad service in a restaurant,
Or overly happy people selling me insurance I know I don’t need.
The sun that shines to hard.
The winter chill that makes me not want to get up.
What you gave me,
Equally, you take away.
Why is everything an example to me of that which I am going to lose


I want nothing from you world


Are women so different than men that they can say, you’ve got me now you don’t?
Why should we gamble when the odds mean we are going to lose?
Does every morning have a forecast for rain?
Because if it did, that’s what we would expect.
Then when the sun came out, it would be a surprise.
But how many of those can we expect to get,
In a river that flows downstream,
In a tide that always seems to be out.


I want nothing from you world because,
when I get a surprise,
I want it to be. 


 


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