March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969
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On the road, I dropped my load of karma,
and picked up my pack of unpredictable playing cards.
Dealing myself a fortune, while standing on my head,
I proceeded – pen in hand – smoke in mouth,
holes in the soles of my shoes.
And I’ll be damned! The world took notice
of the emptiness contained in the pockets of my pants,
and ignored a coin or two on the floor – lucky for me!
I guessed “Heads up!”
and the tail end of life passed me by.
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© Uncle Tree
Uncle Tree's House 
Quirky and upended!
Thank you, Niamh! 🙂 I have an incline table,
and I hang upside-down every morning
to keep those back-buggers away.
Head rushes are common.
😉 Peace, Keith
Very nice!
My brother, Rich, was also 46 when
he passed over last September.
Only the good die young…
Thank you, Cheryl Ann! 🙂
GREAT!
But I’m facing the tail end of my life
You need to write some suggestions!
God Bless
Thanks for the smile!
susie
LoL, Susie! We’re all facing the end,
unless you’re walking backwards
on the ceiling – that is. Then only
your shadow would be about face.
😉 Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree
I just LOVE your logic
God Bless
Life is full of surprises. One never knows what will happen. Still, you hope the wheel of opportunity will stop on your number, but it never did. However, one day you woke up and realized that you are at the tail end of life and opportunity does not happen here.
Thanks so much for sharing, Uncle Tree. Your posts always seem to find a path to my inner man. God blesses.
Thank you, Noel! 🙂 Always good to see you.
I do like the heads-upness of this. 🙂
He-he. 🙂 Aren’t I downright funny?
Glad you enjoyed this, Matt!
Love it UT…thanks for providing the link!!! Blessitude
Thanks for letting me share, good lady! 🙂 Glad you liked!
Yes, Caro, I do. Jack did the old style headstands.
Hanging by your feet is much easier accomplished.
Nice to see you here this morning! 🙂 Hope you feel better now.
This is my favorite quote of his. You may know this one:
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road