If that door never opens
It’s locked for good one day;
And dreams, and jobs, and memories
Just up and go away
That door is watched here, daily.
They count the times it swings:
And if the number gets too low,
They’re on to other things
Then one day, we want choices,
But all of them seem poor –
For things were better, once, but we
Just never used that door —
If that door never opens
It’s locked for good one day;
And dreams, and jobs, and memories
Just up and go
Away
Yes, and so it is with life, with business, with personal relationships as well.
a ***** poem
Thank you, Holly.
I thought you were starting a business at first.
I would suck at that.
Oh, me too. Nobody wanted my lemonade when I was a kid.
I would have bought a whole pitcher.
Thanks! Don’t buy it from me now, though. It might be spiked.
😯
What, you’re surprised? LOL
Yes. I always thought of you as so… innocent.
Water really tickles when you spray it out of your nose.
Man, i’m really loving the way u use repetition in ur pieces!