'It is what it is'
but you know
that
it never was
what I thought
it was
so what is it now?

I think these thoughts at bedtime
and wonder
why bedtime and why wonder?
the only thing it does
is make old scars itch.

I wonder how many stairs
on the stairway to heaven,
I think that I'm on number seven
wishing they had for this man a
Stannah,
well, don't we all need a lift?

In the book of logarithms
I read through the antilogs,
boring, but I need to look clever
for Saint Peter and so I soldier on.