Coasting Thoughts

Coating Thougts
1983

The little lad
Is aught but sad
With joy he’s quite athrin
From wars to toes
When swift he goes
A-sliding down the hill
But many times
His wary groans outpop
As back he slowly climbs
Unto the top

The man of biz
Supremely is
O’erjoyed when, with a will,
He sings a song
And plods along
Up fortune’s rugged hill
But hear his deep
And weird soul-splitting cries
When swiftly down the steep
He backward flies

Thus, up or down,
May mean a crown
Of triumph naught can dim,
And down or up
May mean a cup
Of sorrow dark and grim
These viewpoints grand
Somehow this feeling voice:-
“You pays your money and
You takes your choice”
-R K Munkittrick