(With thanks to John Lennon)
If it isn’t one thing it’s t’other;
if it isn’t famine it’s feast.
if it isn’t famine it’s feast.
When the rain stops the draught there’s a deluge,
and innocent grows into beast.
and innocent grows into beast.
A moment’s too long or too fleeting;
all life is too short or drags on.
all life is too short or drags on.
Life’s oft’ too hard or too simple
the losses too easily won.
the losses too easily won.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 13 February 2015
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