Round and round our life goes,
          And where it stops,
                 Mankind's Curse,
                      Everyone knows.

The feel of sand beneath the toes.
The smell of sea breeze fills the nose.
The sigh of foaming surf soothes the ears.
The heady taste of a few cold beers.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
Oh so easy on the eye.
Leaving everyday troubles behind.
In a paradise state of mind.

TO THE COSMIC SEEKERS, AND PIOUS WITH NO DOUBT,
MAYBE THE ANSWER, OUR BRAIN NOT DESIGNED TO FIGURE IT OUT.
COLLECTIVELY WHAT OUR BRAINS HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NO LESS THAN MYTHIC.
WHAT THEY CAN DREAM, MAY DWELL ONLY IN THE REALM OF THE MYSTIC.

AN AWKWARD FIRST KISS, UNDER THE PORCH LIGHT,
THE COMEBACK KISS, REMEMBERED ALL NIGHT.

HERE'S TO THE CLEVER SHEEP HERDERS OF THE ISLE OF ERIN,
WITH MANY A SHEEP, BUT FOR FENCING BARREN.
THEY PAINT THE BREAST OF THEIR RAMS IN COLORFUL HUES,
THEN IN A FEW DAYS, CHECK THE RUMPS OF THE EWES.
TO SEE WITH WHOM, THE LAMBS THEY'LL BE A SHAR'IN.

HERE I SET A LITTLE PERTURBED,
MY POEM FINISHED, EXCEPT FOR
THE FINAL WORD.
SO I LOOK INWARD, SEARCHING AROUND,
KICKING UP ADJECTIVES, ADVERBS, AND THE OCCASIONAL NOUN.
THERE IT IS, IT LOOKS JUST RIGHT,
SO I GRAB IT, AND TO MY PAPER I WRITE.
YES I THINK, I'VE FOUND IT THIS TIME,
BUT NO MATTER HOW I TRY, IT JUST DOESN'T RHYME.
ALARMED, I'M GETTING NEAR THE BOTTOM OF MY LIST.
COULD IT BE THE FINAL WORD, JUST DOESN'T EXIST?
FEELING LOST FOR THE WORD,BEGINNING TO DESPAIR.
THEN OUT OF NOWHERE, IT'S JUST THERE!
FINALLY OVER, WRITTEN AND PENNED.
AFTER FINDING THAT FINAL WORD THE "END".

EVERY DAY WE TREAD TOWARD OUR MORTAL ENDING,
WILL WE SIMPLY BE GONE, OR STARTING OUR NEW BEGINNING.
IS THERE A CHEQUE TO BE DETERMINED SAINT OR SINNER,
OR THE NEXT COURSE, IN A LIFE EXTENDING DINNER.
WILL WE KNOW THE HEAT OF HELL, OR THAT GARDEN OF ADAM'S.
OR SIMPLY REJOIN THE UNIVERSE AS BILLIONS OF ATOMS.