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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Their features drawn from frantic pace as swift they move from place to place they have no time for hearth or home a race I call the Metro-Gnomes Their lives a blur of harried needs performed at ever faster speeds to them mere efforts are as nil a pace compared to standing still At times when our paths intersect I note what long has been suspect when viewed from just the right direction the mirror holds but one reflection As days fast-forward out of sight this Metro-Gnome bids you good-night |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is a very interesting poem, I have to confess I didn't quite understand it, but it's the most unusual I've read this evening. Kathleen |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
We all get caught up in the crazy rat race of life, don't we? It's good every now and again to slow down a bit. I'll try that in work tomorrow and see if I still have a job at the end of the day.....hehehe Great writing, as always, Dr. Moose!  Denise |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Irish Rose, Thanks , I'll take "unusual" as a compliment anytime. This started out as an observation on the hectic pace some people lead , when I realized that it pretty much summed up my life these days. Tick-Tock . Doc d, Geesh, don't do that ! I wouldn't want to be the cause of your un-employment ! Thanks. Doc |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Well, I tried, Doc, but it didn't work...hehehe...I'm just a slave to doing a job the right way, I guess! Denise |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
The metro gnome that I did meet Was inches shy six of two feet Upon the train sat next to me With a sad look for all to see His job it seemed had him depressed His suit and tie too starched and pressed His shoes he cursed for toes in pinch His life he said was one big qlich I said to gnome who I had seen "What good the end if these the means?" "Throw off the suit! Throw off the tie!" "Kick off those shoes! Tell boss good by!" The metro gnome is now happy The fact it is so plain to me Every morning to work I'm gone He's there to see, right on the lawn Playing amongst ceramic friends A far better means to the end |
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