I’m the human fruity When it’s been sitting around for a long time Decomposing Molecules changing structure Fine spirit Body and taste Of the upmost quality A premium blend Well aged My advice—don’t trust anyone under 60
At 60 We can twist the screw And pull the cork We can pull the cork And for the first time Breathe
We are no longer life bottled up We can be poured into a tilted glass Splashed around and tasted
‘Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine A million tomorrows shall all pass away Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today’. (‘Today’ Randy Sparks) Live in the moment Yesterday we weathered the years Of our discontent Tears and anger spent Questions rattle in our heads Where all the day to days went? Cashed in The wasted follies of pretend Live begins at 60 _____
From the unread book I look back at three generations, with whom I was fighting for a staircase, which did not take me anywhere. It was an edge over the wisdom for footfalls in space for an apology for an
Good What is good to a forbidden fruit? Get on your knees Repent tonight Cleanse your sins Say you’re right Forget what you did wrong Say you’re a saint An upright Christian, but that seems faint A harsh hypocrite That’s
The world is a nasty-looking fruit, With a skin made of TV screens, Of omnipotent mouths spitting out hate. Through your ears and eyes, they always creep in. But there’s a way to survive, a way to tread evil’s waters.