So many things we aspire to do ...
Doing some, shakes us down to our shoes
Simple things sometimes get in the way
The salted nuts of life, have no pay ...
Except, of course, to their providers ...
Who often tend to place the nuts there
To make us continue to deny "us"
And so we do ... we just stop and stare
Instead of getting down to the real task at hand
Playing all the instruments in our one-man band
Etching out our very own chosen directives ...
Those nifty things to which we have self-elected
Thus, ignoring the nuts, which just make us crave more
Of those many things we'd then need to quench our thirst
Getting on with opening up our very own store ...
Which has very much more to offer ... than a purse
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
10:35am Wed. June 17th, 1998