We all need the beady eyes of an irate ostrich staring down our souls. The lone and ancient dhow echoes the past and dissects the future from his lofty position.
A warning for when we feel the need to compare life to a shot put home run or a touchdown to love in the last set after watching your opponent life dribble the ball across the gridiron of your existence
Life is more than a mixed sports metaphor
Life is like not a box of chocolates if you are not guss when it comes to chocolates, it's more like playing russian roulette with the safety off and the same kind of blanks Alec Baldwin used that one time
Stop seeking out reason and rhyme from a life less ordinary.
Don't worry about the quarter you find yourself in when sailing off piste
Focus on self and others, focus on being a team player like all the best golfers and discus throwers.
The irate ostrich
Whose beady eyes
Are staring down
On all our souls
Passing judgment
While we are
Clocking time
Logging memories
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Author's Notes: Thanks to Harper Lewis for inspiring the jumpoff for this last minute entry. Taken from our comment conversation for my last poem.
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Paul Stewart
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