Marriage By Darren Sant

You can't be happy forever, Are you barking mad? Have you lost your senses? Is what I hear. May be a pagan ritual, May be a formal ceremony, Could be a religious bond, Possibly a connection with God. Whatever the pathway, However I arrive, This strange union is my destiny, Will the journey truly begin? Signified with a ring, Silencing dissenting voices, I remain happy with my choices, Yes, I do take this woman.

Boredom By Darren Sant

So my son you're feeling bored, Can you see that rainbow over yonder? What is the meaning of life? Do ponder, Listen to a haunting melody, Admire the curves of the lovely Melony, Watch a cat as it simply walks, Observe two people as they talk, Listen to this old fart ramble on, Make love out in a wood, Take the time to do some good, Enrich your life study yourself, Wonder about being left on the shelf, Care about your mental health, Sit and watch a sunset, Smile as you see the sun rise, Believe the evidence of your own eyes, Whatever you do my son, Please don't be bored.

© 2005 Darren Sant

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