Complaining about the drought won’t make it rain, only flood <br />And building an ark now won’t help float the argument we make <br />Our blessings are numbered from the start to finish <br />And yet we waste them one by one <br />On the silliest things imaginable because we are so hedonistic in our narcissism <br />Of pursuing only the flowers and the sweets for ourselves <br />While giving thorn to the stems of weeds and tartness to the dark bitter chocolate <br />That we begrudgingly bequeath to others less fortunate <br />For less we forget the earth will be washed clean and our lives be judged <br />By how many toads we kiss…. <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rabid-frog-with-wart-lips-pt-in-a-series-of-poems-leading-to-my-death/
