What's it to ya?

[Alyria]

So I digress, before I even begin...It is my way, to sift slowly through confusion...which brings me to my point, (or lack thereof)

If life has a meaning, what does it mean to you?

[mousey1]

Bupkus, nada, zippo, zilcho, The Big Nothing!!!!!!

Actually life to me is sucking all the goodness out of it
Every drop
Till there's nothing left but a shrivelled old prune
Which is one day what I will be
Ya, I just looked in the mirror

Live every day to the fullest
One day at a time
Tis a gift
Unwrap it daily
With delight!

Is that what you meant?
I often miss the mark.

[mousey1]

And what's it to ya?

[Doreen Peri]

You mean it means something?

Who knew?

[stilltrucking]

Tom T Hall almost got it right. but It’s younger horses, faster women, older whiskey, and much much more.
More then I can imagine. so suicide is the only question, but what's the hurry I could die in a car wreck tomorrow, as I long as I can still scribble that is all it means to me. Oh yes, life is walking on a beach with the meaning of the ocean in my ears


He was an old-time cowboy, don’t you understand his eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan his toes were pointed inward from a-hangin’ on a horse he was an old philosopher, of
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He was so thin I swear you could have used him for a whip he had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life he spit between his boots and he replied

It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money

He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains he said, it don’t do men no good to pray for peace and rain. peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity, and buffalo chips is all it means to me.

I told him I was a poet, I was lookin’ for the truth I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot I said I was a writer, my soul was all on fire he looked at me an’ he said, you are a liar.

It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money

Well, I was disillusioned, if I say the least I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet there was something cold and shiny layin’ by my head so I started to believe the things he said

Well, my poet days are over and I’m back to being me as I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality if my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned I think that I will readily affirm

It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money (repeat 2x)

So I digress, before I even begin...It is my way, to sift slowly through confusion...which brings me to my point, (or lack thereof)

that was short and sweet