Sweet Spice

© 12/08/2001 Dennis L. Pickering Wouldn’t it be really, really nice If all of life were full of sweet spice To which we all can pontificate And also can readily relate To compose in rhyme and metre’ too Is something selected poets do Maybe they are just stuck in some glue Holding them to the one who goes BOO! Or perhaps those old folks in the past Knew mundane facts about writes that last A little longer than a lone fast And can be prolific for your cast The cast of which I speak is but just The people in your life on the crust Who frequently will let you go bust They are only doing what they must Why is it stated that they must do? Things that happen to make you feel blue The reason is but to change your hue To a higher consciousness in you The crust on the pizza of your life That is frequently cut with the knife Of the callow people in your life Who are myopic and filled with strife Shortsighted people can only see In essence things that are on their knee They don’t want to be stung by the bee That can help them scramble up the tree The tree of life that you navigate The things toward which you gravitate Won’t be in the realm of the sedate Until you inaugurate that gate. You have to initiate that gate It will not permeate you with hate And will not carry away your freight Or give you a generous rebate. FINIS Now open the "Gate" by following the instructions in the poem The Gate Written December 9th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 06:28 PM PST, Dennis Pickering   17 • 0 • 10