MENTAL NOTE

Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run.
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Saturday, August 16, 2014

What's in a Name?


How do you want to be remembered or don't you even care? 
Is it a frivolous wish to even want to go there?
Are we so vain we're trying make a name for ourselves
Longing to see yourself on one of those e-shelves ─
A virtual you free of charge when you're dead and gone?
Say it ain't so! A me.com, a here-I-am app at the break of dawn?
Who cares? Tell me who.
Is there a heaven for ants or was it made especially for you?
How do you want to be remembered or have you already given up?
Trying to fill a bucket when all you are is a cup?
Why am I writing this?
Does it bring eternal bliss or just a hiss?
Maybe you're more upbeat and Hope's a funny place:
It's right there in your mind until you've lost the race.
I hope you're right ─ I hope there's more than meets the eye.
I hope one day I'll hear you cry, for I am gone, you say, "Goodbye"
But why so sad when there is still a name?
A glorious name, a modest name, my name, your name, it's all the same.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?
Why try to make a name for yourself when the clock strikes eleven?
And it's getting late ─ tell me do you care?
How do you want to be remembered when the moment's there?

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A rose for Miss Stormy