Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| My Lifelong Friend Two days after the Ides of April, the Tax-Man looms casting shadows gloomier than the collapsing market. He wants a pound of tears and flesh regardless of whether the crops came in or customers paid their debts. Life is such a bummer. First you slobber then you work until skin wrinkles, teeth fall out and knees no longer bend. Give me Death — at least it ends when My Lifelong Friend takes me by the hand to a neverland where taxes cannot follow. © Kåre Enga (15.april.2025) [182.25] 12 lines 122.825 |