Upon my skull
The sun bears down
As heat drifts up
From dusty ground
I wonder
At the tenacity
Of living things
And marvel at the beauty
Death sometimes brings
I wonder
At the tenacity
Of living things
And marvel at the beauty
Death sometimes brings
Old Man Rock
He’s steady-on
I sit upon him
Wondering
At all that is
And ever was
And what it means
And what becomes
From the humblest beginnings
A miracle still
Such simple creatures
Would become the miracle, me
In the desert
I strip myself
Bare of conceit
Bare of ego
From time to time
When I look back
And see the road
That twisted track
I know the way
Ahead ain’t straight
Yet still I climb
And bear the freight
What can I do?
I can’t turn back
The thought of it
My heart goes slack
So on I climb
I’m none too weak
I flee a life
That’s grown too bleak
Now as I climb
And look ahead
Is the next bend
The turn I dread?
For if I make
The high plateau
What if it ain’t
The place to go?
And all this work
A waste of time
I could’ve stayed
Instead of climb
Still, this I know
The only way
Is move along
And live each day
It’s really not
About the top
Life is a climb
Which does not stop
For if it does
Then I will die
There’s nothing else
These words don’t lie
I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go
They serve us eggs on toast
With bacon (Gawd, we love bacon!)
We greet each other
“Good morning!”
In many ways
We give more reverence
To the dead
Than the living
Him? It.