IT has to be started before it’s done
and it can’t be ended before it’s begun
but once it has ended it can’t be undone
and when it has ended it’s gone
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: September 3rd, 2020 00:56
- Comment from author about the poem: (thanks to LB for the title of this collection)
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Comments8
I start many things
But they remain undone
So are they finished
When they are not done.
Andy
If you don't start them at all they can't remain unfinished - no pressure there.
Good write and pic M.
You know the ditty about: 'There was work to be done. EveryBody thought SomeBody would do it. AnyBody could do it, but NoBody did it, etc.....? Summat like that. I'm ram-berling now!
Ram Berles was the nobody everybody says was somebody.
it took me a second look to understand the picture: hilarious! 😂
thanks LB and thanks again for the title of this collection - another tomorrow.
You capture and extend a neat bit of wisdom in this effortless whimsy dear friend -- must read it out loud again and thanks too for the giggle the picture started which has not yet ended - - - he he.
He's a tinker that Glenit.
... that is so funny, it aint funny ..
I just made a simultaneous, but dissimilar involuntary noise from both me ends ...
... Neville
It's not funny If it isn't unfunny when its trying to be ...errr...funny - if you see what I mean.
Is this not the very definition of the sexes?
I truly laughed out loud at your cartoon. - Phil A.
Glenis is in a very eastern mood - she's taken the sting right out of Glenit.
Michael,
This is hilarious. 😂
I’ll have to read the ones I‘ve missed so far.
Love the artwork!
Laura🌻
Bless you Laura - hope all is well with you.
I thought, I'll do it tomorrow
and remembered yesterday it was today.
I like these knots you are tying us into.
You are becoming the Heath-Robinson of poetry.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nXMfPly35w/TyMf-wRLieI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cshWKHBwb2M/s1600/heath2.jpg
I love HR and have a book of his art. Thanks for the link - his work never fails to put a smile on my face.
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