On The Bus
….Seems nothing’s changed over time, my friend,
And not a thought is old or new.
No one is different than before
And nothing has changed in the view.
The sun still rises in the sky
And the mysteries of life still remain.
That which we squandered yesterday,
Tomorrow we’ll try to gain.
The more we travel up the road
Of change, and horizons bold,
Over our shoulders we still look
To examine what we’ve sold.
…Seems nothing’s changed over time, my
….Seems nothing’s changed over time, my friend,
And not a thought is old or new.
No one is different than before
And nothing has changed in the view.
The sun still rises in the sky
And the mysteries of life still remain.
That which we squandered yesterday,
Tomorrow we’ll try to gain.
The more we travel up the road
Of change, and horizons bold,
Over our shoulders we still look
To examine what we’ve sold.
…Seems nothing’s changed over time, my
friend,
And not a thing is old or new.
We’re all still ‘Bozos on this bus’
Along for the ride…and the view.
S.P.Bohnstedt
Winter 2008
And not a thing is old or new.
We’re all still ‘Bozos on this bus’
Along for the ride…and the view.
S.P.Bohnstedt
Winter 2008
4 comments:
Yummo.
Just the inspiration I need to
kickstart this day!
reads well.
Ya know, Sis is missing the wiskers on one side of her signature on your sidebar. I like the word sidebar, you?
It is the signature listed under My Peeps. I wonder if that makes her walk in a circle. You know like a boat with one oar.
Post a Comment