A bit of fun with words.  I hope this makes you laugh.  It was, after all, my intention.  For me, this was a respite from the seriousness of Life.  I chuckled all the way through the write.  Probably a Hell of a sight, sitting here giggling.

A fly that flew,
by me
by you
Whispered in my ear,
“That cloud up there
has not a care.
Why can you
not, too?”

The cloud came down
and said to me,
“The secret’s in
not doing
those things I was
not meant to be.
It is all in the choosing.”
I sat with me for
just a bit
and spoke of what
had been spoken.
Then you walked by
and looked at me
As if I were (humph)
That fly flew by
a second time
and said to me
quite LOUDLY,
“The cloud and I want
to say, Hi!
And find out how
you’re doing?”
(I told him to
go visit you
at work
with people looking.)
So if that fly
comes winging by,
and you thought I
was hazy,
wait till he tells
you ’bout the cloud.
That fly is
simply crazy!
Copyright 1984 Joyce Bowen

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