Twenty-six Cents
Two bits… and a penny
are in my pocket today.
One-quarter penny per
season
is my rate of pay.
If I work long and hard
enough
I’ll save a dollar in
time,
and when I finally get
to spend it,
it won’t be worth a
dime.
“Save and have or spend
and have not?”
seems the question to
be.
Spend and live or save
and die;
sounds like a gamble to
me.
I’d rather die without a
penny to my name
and with memories of a
life well spent,
than to scrape and
scratch and slave and save
and die with one hundred
million cents.
November 5, 1987
The 26th
anniversary of my birth
The Point (The Sequel)
I’d rather go out in a
blaze of glory -
remembered as “Aaron -
the Hawk”
than to live long enough
to shrivel away
to the point where I
can’t even walk.
This life is too stodgy
for those who desire
the answers to the
questions
that consciousness can
inspire.
So what of work
and rest and recreation,
when all the while man misses
the whole point of man’s creation.
April 27, 1988