No Laughing Matter


Isn't it funny,

How it seems,

We never quite get,

What's in our dreams.


Like riding rainbows,

And other schemes,

Lone wolves and mavericks,

Don't make good teams.


We get, more or less,

What we want.

But life's paths are devious,

And easily daunt.


The brave and the foolish,

All get their day.

To stand at the podium,

And speak their say.


Thinking back,

I can honestly say:

Isn't it funny,

It went that way?


Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull



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