there are no moments in the sun
for those who cannot do the job
the battle's neither lost nor won
always we wonder what we've done
to keep from expressing the sob
there are no moments in the sun
the weight of time will always stun
both the most humble and the nob
the battle's neither lost nor won
no priest or bonze no monk or nun
can give the message to the mob
there are no moments in the sun
we are not asked to greet nor shun
the ones whose hearts no longer throb
the battle's neither lost nor won
against the end there is no gun
not one who laughs but will then sob
there are no moments in the sun
the battle's neither lost nor won
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
15 May 2007
no moments in the sun
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