Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Circa 2000

                                                          Life can really stink
                                         Like a hunk of mouldy cheese
                                                                                       When you think
                           You are on the brink
                                                       Of receiving something grand
But then you don't

 This poem comes to mind quite often. There's no real way to remember what the original thoughts behind this composition were. Somehow, it works.

Occationally hopes for how things "ought" to be are simply poorly thought out. For instance: I figured getting a job at the end of the summer would be a cake walk. As it turns out I am not unique in this hope. There are many with more need and better qualifications competing for the same positions.

If ever I needed patience and endurance; this is a great place to begin learning.

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