6/30/11

So wearily wears on the week,
Each step a trudging muddy wade,
Of aching limbs and dragging feet,
Through pointless pinwheel promenades.
With no ambitions, aims or plans,
To foster my exhausted way.
I drone through duty's dull demands,
To reach the far end of each day.

6/29/11

Advisors oft prepare you to expect the very worst,
So if, by random happenstance, Ill fortune should befall,
One might pretend these portents have predicted danger first,
And claim perhaps your losses lessened by this early call.
That is, unless you find success or earn prosperity.
At this, you will be told your gains are solely justified,
By full reliance on the guidance that you have received.
Yet, none may know the future. Thus assume yourself advised.