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Cooked Goose


You know the old saying your goose is cooked
Whenever I hear that I really get shooked
I hear there's some truth to that nasty old saying
I'm valuable because of the many eggs I keep laying

You have to learn how to run really fast
If you don't, how long will your life last
I've learned to do more then just waddle
You'd be smart to use me as a role model

Don't get caught walking around here alone
The inside of a kettle will be your next home
Keep your bill shut, don't utter a honk or quack
If you get noticed it may be your last act

Author Eileen Clark

Image: Found on Pinterest

My Paintings

Slow Down

It seems I missed the last several days                                                                       I'm moving through life within a haze                                                                              No, it looks like I've missed a few weeks                                                                           It may be my life needs quite a few tweaks

I woke up this  morning to a frigid freeze                                                                         What happened to last week's spring breeze                                                              I'm rushing through life missing beautiful things                                                           I need to remove my shoes that have grown wings

Before it all ends; in my work I could drown I should listen to those that are saying slow down Relax for awhile, read a book, drink some wine You just might live to the age of ninety-nine

Author Eileen Clark

Image ~ etsy.com

Beautiful painting by DebiGarciaBensonArt

My Paintings

The Fly

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Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

Author William Blake – 1757-1827

After reading about William Blake, it seems he might have been a little troubled, but who am I to say.