The Woe Of Gerald

Gerald the forlorn Snail,
Was always spinning rather fishy tales
Of his daring deeds at the Olympics of yore
How he would run and jump and how he would score.

His friends all thought he was sad,
To tell such lies, he must be mad
But Gerald knew better
He was a boxer and a sprinter
And not just a little snails dad.

So one day he decided, he would prove his worth so confided,
in his best friend Bobby the Slug
"I'm a proud snail not a liar, and those others so dire,
Shall cease to be ever so smug.
I will run, i will fight.
And i will take great delight,
In proving my worth to the crowd"

So he took his position,
Desiring praise and contrition
To fight the good snails fight
His shell was all steady,
And his antenna was ready
But then he got a shock and a fright.

A man giant stepped near
And to Gerald it was clear,
That this giant was in a hurry
So our snail tried to move.
but his shell was in a groove
And he really started to worry.

He tried and he tried,
but alas to no avail
He just could not move from where he was at.
So it all was in vain,
When all of a sudden it came,
The sound of a crunch and a splat...

The All

All that you are,
All you will ever, could ever be,
All that you love,
All that you hate,
Every dream you have,
Every tear you shed,
Every moment of fear,
Every triumph,
All of your potential,
All of your desire,
All of your regret,
All your hope,

All of these will surrender to time, but will be reflected in eternity.

Appearance, Reality and Theory