When you arrive Place a call Wait for an answer Wait for the fall Sit down and ponder What happens next Turn off your volume Send your last text Sit for a minute Sweat it all out Waiting is torture Its what life’s about
The Cat in the Hat was somewhere brand new he didn’t know who lived there or lived there with who. He saw lots of toys and some stuff in the yard He tried to look inside, curtains made it hard.
He thought that he’d knock on the door that’s bright red Perhaps they’d know him by the hat on his head Most people did know him for what he did wear He was famous to most, though he couldn’t care.
So he walked up the walk and he stood nice and straight he walked up the steps and he closed the front gate He didn’t want pets that might live there to leave Most kids did have pets, or he’d like to believe.
When all of a sudden from up on the roof A balloon went by flying, then popped with a Poof! Down to the ground a bright paper did float He bent down to get it and saw it’s a note.
The note it was written in crayon and pen Was the writing he noticed from a little boy Ben? The note was so sweet that the Cat he did cry Ben had an old kite that the Cat used to fly.
The Cat was so happy to get back his kite He smiled so big with his teeth white and bright. So Ben lived in this house that he just stopped by And now he and Ben watch their kites blow and fly.
Above the clouds there used to be a clouded land a small city and in this land there was a man who loved his girl as much’s he can She knew his love was true but still she wanted more to suit her will she told him so and he was sad she saw him cry and she felt bad she talked to him and told him true I love you more my life is you.
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the beginning, the end.” Write about the beginning of something and the end of something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.” <– Read that again. Have fun!
I often find topics ironically fitting for life’s happenings.
Everyone will have their time
The end of the road is now coming prepared you may be, or maybe not. there’s no way to stop it or start it it puts your life right on the spot to figure what else you must do here before it’s your time for farewell Answer the unanswered questions for there in your mind they still dwell think of the things left to do here and all of the things that you’ve done don’t cry for the ones who are left there For you a new beginning’s begun.
When I think of the meaning of what we call life I think of myself as mother and wife the regular things that I like to do like express with my words and sing a bit too I often find now that I don’t have the time but thinking of blogging is still so sublime.