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I Smell Bread
At the doorstep~~
I walked over the welcome mat..
and left a very nice foot print..
Pressed into my forehead..
The sandals of which whose foot steps
I'm to follow~~
I smell bread being baked right now..
Wafting through the air downtown..
Dimly, the daylight turned into twilight..
A gentle breeze lifted my spirit just a bit..
To make so pleasant an evening such as this..
From the monuments of mankind's achievements..
From his buildings and of his castles..
Shine forth many an electric candle..
So the people can labor longer, work harder..
well into the night..
Wouldn't you know, it's almost time for me to go..
And have dinner with my wife~~
Days go by so quickly..pleasure is fleeting,
invented pain, long suffering..
Staring at the clock on the wall gets boring..
The Moon above us, is illuminated once again..
To show us, that even in darkness, there shines
forth some light..
Once around, twice around, even on a merry-go-round..
I keep coming back until I finally get it right..
A purposeful Life, is for living each day,
Like it could be your last..Eventually, we all must
come to the end..yes? And someone else will pick up
this pen and begin to write..Maybe, they'll right a
wrong, and teach us a happy song..Call me anytime,
I saw written on the wall, in a bus station bathroom
stall..Dumb and dirty, So aren't we all?
~~the end
by Rick Weber
August 8, 2014
2123 hours
Copy right reserved 2014
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I walked over the welcome mat..
and left a very nice foot print..
Pressed into my forehead..
The sandals of which whose foot steps
I'm to follow~~
I smell bread being baked right now..
Wafting through the air downtown..
Dimly, the daylight turned into twilight..
A gentle breeze lifted my spirit just a bit..
To make so pleasant an evening such as this..
From the monuments of mankind's achievements..
From his buildings and of his castles..
Shine forth many an electric candle..
So the people can labor longer, work harder..
well into the night..
Wouldn't you know, it's almost time for me to go..
And have dinner with my wife~~
Days go by so quickly..pleasure is fleeting,
invented pain, long suffering..
Staring at the clock on the wall gets boring..
The Moon above us, is illuminated once again..
To show us, that even in darkness, there shines
forth some light..
Once around, twice around, even on a merry-go-round..
I keep coming back until I finally get it right..
A purposeful Life, is for living each day,
Like it could be your last..Eventually, we all must
come to the end..yes? And someone else will pick up
this pen and begin to write..Maybe, they'll right a
wrong, and teach us a happy song..Call me anytime,
I saw written on the wall, in a bus station bathroom
stall..Dumb and dirty, So aren't we all?
~~the end
by Rick Weber
August 8, 2014
2123 hours
Copy right reserved 2014
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I Smell Bread
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