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The Ant, The Cow and The Old Fart....Australian Sonnet Should I measure our time together in years It would be merely a tic in the face of infinity I have talked with you and sampled your fears One hour of that is your pain through eternity. To save you and be with you is where I need to be, But pain and dreams are not part of life's plan Scattered gifts are casually handed out to man. Some have wealth, some luck, and others nought And some have fortune with labour dearly bought I have planned and I have wished for some things And all I planned and wished turned to nought But those very same wishes made some men kings. I liken it to life where an ant would milk a cow And me, the old fart, trying to teach it how. |
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