Soul Splinters

Mixed Metaphors

July 30, 2019

Into each life some rain must fall

But why'd I get Hurricane Sandy? 

My tree of life still has plenty gall

Luckily, you kept an axe handy

Chop me down, and let the roots drown

Like an aspen, perhaps I'll regrow

Or a cherry tree, sacrificed to see

If you'll lie to the people we know

Cut against my grain, bringing marvelous pain

That I'd crawl over nails just to suffer

From pain can come mirth, a chance for rebirth

Shrunk me down into a stocking stuffer

So pile up the gifts, with a spirit that lifts

Your soul up to its judgment seat

Under the mistletoe, pull me closer and throw

Me to the poor dogs at your feet

Let them worry my bones, recording my groans

To soothe you to sleep at night

Finally you feel perky, no need to pick turkey 

When you picked me over so right

Throw me out in the alley, for Harry met Sally

And got off much worse for the wear

With the rest of the trash, they'll finally smash

My dreams so you're lighter than air

Now I'm ruined like Michael, but life can recycle

Me faster than I can keep track

After many defeats, throw me back on the streets

The unwilling end of a sack

Though I must play this game, I hope my campaign

Ends faster than Custer's last stand

I can't search for gold when, through dangers untold

You left your footprints in the sand

And I cannot pursue, though it used to be true

You'd turn from the beauty and beckon 

To me, and we'd walk through the sand and the sea

But our two roads diverge here, I reckon