I got nothing.
I wish I did.
I wish I had
Some great gift
To hand over.
But today?
I got nothing.
Nothing—
To put in a website
Nothing—
To slap on a bumper sticker
Nothing—
To assuage an empty page
Nothing—
Worth a cent.
Days like this
I pen on through
Only ‘cause time won’t stop.
Pointless, pointless,
Nothing, nothing,
Then suddenly—
Nothing pops!
Tag: writing
To the Young One Worried About Appearances
There’s not a particular look
You should chase.
Not one certain body,
Or one certain face.
As you age and you grow
You’ll soon start to see—
Our appeal comes from
Uniqueness, variety.
The thing you should ponder
More deeply, is health.
What you’re pouring inside
Is your long-term wealth.
Feed yourself real food,
Raw milk, butter, and cheese.
Clean, simple ingredients;
That’s what you need.
Raise vegetables, mill flour,
Make sourdough bread,
Eat eggs, and I’m certain
You’ll then get ahead.
Your body will be beautiful
Your mind will grow strong.
As it turns out, it’s health
You craved all along.