I have no bucket here,
but if I did, I would kick it,
and laugh

I have no farm to buy,
but if I did,
I'd have 28 cows
and a goat.

I have no daisies to push
nor a wheelbarrow to push them in
but I wish I did...

The mocking of something
so essential to life
that it can only be it's culmination

that "Last great adventure"

Like we're Indiana Jones
and one step away from some mystical treasure
God I wish I had a whip.

It's something so confusing,
we fear it,
no one ever comes back from this vacation

and if they do, they've got
COSMIC AMNESIA
and they still won't expect it to get them this time.

I hope it's some skeleton in robes,
come to collect our "weary souls"
I'd love to have a conversation with that guy.

Man, the stories he could tell...
What a mind boggling enigma...
what a chump.

Roped into a job like that?
The promise of eternal life,
is not worth being death every day.

So,
let's soldier on,
day to day,
life to life,
maybe someone's amnesia won't be so complete
and the puzzle will find a few more peices
and it won't be such a thing to be feared
as to be embraced,

just a brief nap is all...
just a brief nap...

great

that poem is quite good

Thanks, I try...

Ive been very and poetic lately. Wheee!

Great job!!