On the Fence


To be, or even not to be,

That is not the question;

But what to do with every day,

With all in my possession.

It isn’t where I land that counts,

But how I make each stride;

It’s less what I accumulate

Than what I’m like inside.




12 comments on “On the Fence

  1. If one is going to sit on the fence they better make sure it is a fence with a flat top and not pointy tops because a pointy top will go up ones ass and cause pain and maybe some bleeding resulting in a trip to the hospital

  2. Melody, didn’t we used to follow each other a few years ago? Must’ve lost you along the way so I’m following you again.

    I love this poem, btw! πŸ™‚

  3. Gallivanta says:

    But why does my inside love to accumulate so much outside! So many possessions. I spent the entire month of January de-cluttering but I still have too much. πŸ˜€

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