Adding time and measuring life....

People know I can just rip a poem. I can be watching the news, working or hanging with friends but something will remind me of something I've written. And I can't help but blurting out a poem I've written. I'm not sure when I wrote this but as you can see my dads ashes are now in a clock. Dad loves clocks.... I never said I love you enough dad.."I will miss you for the rest of my life!  what-color-are-you-does-it-matter?

Adding time and measuring life

If my life was worth 14 cents a foot
I'd have to wonder....
How many feet there are?
in a minute
and how many toes are
in a second

Bob Jenkens


til-death-do-us-part.