Always.
There’s always
A way in
A way around
An impasse
A chink in the armour
An Achilles heel
To any problem
A David for every Goliath
: pic courtesy of pinterest
Always.
There’s always
A way in
A way around
An impasse
A chink in the armour
An Achilles heel
To any problem
A David for every Goliath
: pic courtesy of pinterest
No more flannelette shirts now it’s November.
No more slippers, dressing gowns, they’re old men’s clothes.
No more ‘Married At First Sight’ or ‘Farmer Wants a Wife’
Real men don’t watch those.
And when you pull up at a red light, no more picking ….
Please, please, I say, no more no-no’s!
Read the tide.
Don’t hide.
Don’t bury your head
In the sand.
Understand
The hand that thrills
Is also the hand that kills.
Leave nothing to chance.
Randomness is not your friend.
Know what comes around the bend.
Be ready.
Rock steady.
The promontory erodes.
Even the longest roads
Come to an end.
Randomness is not your friend.
You’re barking up the wrong tree, he said.
I don’t care, I snapped.
But you’re barking, he said. People don’t do that.
It’s my backyard, I said. I can bark if I want to.
I guess so, said the man, patting me warily on the head as I wagged my tail against his chinos.
Someone has to be the first.
Someone has to take the first bite
Of the cherry
Be the first cab off the rank.
Someone has to be the early bird
For worms to be taken.
Some has to drop the rock in the pool
To set the ripples going.
Someone has to throw the first stone
For the stoning to begin.
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