Poetry!
Some Shel Silverstein. Because you know I love my subversives.
Arrows
I shot an arrow toward the sky,
It hit a white cloud floating by.
The clould fell dying to the shore,
I don't shoot arrows anymore.
Never
I've never roped a Brahma bull,
I've never fought a duel,
I've never crossed the desert
On a lop-eared, swayback mule,
I've never climbed an idol's nose
To steal a cursed jewel.
I've never gone down with my ship
Into the bubblin' brine,
I've never saved a lion's life
And then had him save mine,
Or screamed Ahoooo while swingin' through
The jungle on a vine.
I've never dealt draw poker
In a rowdy lumber camp,
Or got up at the count of nine
To beat the world's champ,
I've never had my picture on
A six-cent postage stamp.
I've never scored a touchdown
On a ninety-nine-yard run,
I've never winged six Daltons
With my dying brother's gun...
Or kissed Miz Jane, and rode my hoss
Into the setting sun.
Sometimes I get so depressed
'Bout what I haven't done.
They seem rather appropriate for my life sometimes. Maybe yours, too. Enjoy, guys.