of mice and junk

 

 

joy to the world

   whatever that means

      the molehill's a mountain

         it's made out of beans

         go look for an answer

      discover a cure

   make the world better

make the mind pure

 

         us mices and meeses

      we scurry around

   the frenzy increases

can't settle it down

hurry and gather

   build up that store

      never enough

         always need more

 

these bread crumb moments

   all aged from the new

      collect in grey matter

         to later sift through

         souvenirs of joy

      reminders of funk

   amounting to mostly

a big pile of junk

 

         so pay us no mind

      we're owed no past due

   it's the grand scheme of things

 just passing through

the sum of it all

a hint of a taste

      and maybe... just maybe

         it wasn't a waste

 

                      

                      s. paul (Sept. 2019)