I have to ask you why Rosalie <br />QUIT HER POETRY AS EARLY AS SHE STARTED <br />WRITING HER MAIDEN LINES IN HER TEAHAUS <br /> <br />Overlooking the river under a bridge made of steel <br />I guess well, it could be because I told her <br /> <br />Life is not fair. Whoever told her that life is fair? <br /> <br />I played games on her, <br />I ask her why the old monk still sweeps the <br />Temple stone paths under a scourging sun <br />And hmm she knows: because the monk is there <br />Because the temple stones are there <br />Because the sun is there <br />Because the sweeper is there. <br /> <br />I ask her an analogous question: and why did the <br />Mountain climbers climb Mt. Everest? <br />Because the Mt. Everest is there. <br /> <br />Hmm hmmm hmmmm. <br /> <br />And she recites her favorite lines, <br />While I listen to her with all my heart: <br /> <br />“There is really nothing that you must be <br />And there is nothing you must do <br />There is really nothing you must have <br />And there is really nothing you must know <br />There is really nothing you must become <br />However, it helps to understand that fire burns <br />And when it rains, the earth gets wet.” <br /> <br />What wisdom! And she spoke her closing argument: <br /> <br />My dear sir the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog <br />Near the bank of the river. The lazy dog was jumped over the river because the fox was quick and brown, and it was near the River {because it was such a kind of bank} and the dog was lazy, and as you see, the {fox was one brown and quick} <br /> <br /> <br />[With a wink, he turned and walked away.] <br />{Robert Fulghum, it was on fire when I lay down on it p.205}<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lily-lily-lily-of-the-valley/
