Doodles

 

                         Where is time

                         and what are years

                         why  the hours

                         when we have moments

                         and who's to tell

                         when age is old

 

                         Who decides the need to laugh

                         when one must cry

                         and why the tears are wet

                         why not a song

                         instead of speech

                         why does fear give off a scent

                         when malice has a ready smile

 

                         Who listens to the dying trees

                         or the bleached bones of

                         an ancient graveyard

                         do we need truth

                         so soft  we cannot hear

                         when the lie is bold

                         deceit does just as well

 

                         In the beginning

                         there was once upon a time

                         then came the middle

                         with a hoop and a la

                         a trumpet called

                         we marched quick step

                         now that its over

                         were do we go

                         oh no said the traveler

                         yes yes you must

                         mumbled the arteries

                         man the pumps

                         let's start again

 

 

                                              Jack Mashman

                                              Rev. 1994