Windy City Icicles
A man must walk down twenty roads
Before you call him a cab
A fish must swim through thirty seas
Before he is dry as a dab
And a man has to die at least twenty-eight times
Before he meets Buddha head-on
So don't go looking to the wind, my friend
Those times are gone.
Contributors: | TG (in response), Roland (likewise), TG (diverging), Roland, TG. |
Poem finished: | 29th December 2003 by TG. |