Ant Smith

Poetry

Quandary

To stay in bed

Or to get up

To drive a car

Or catch a bus

To smoke a tab

Or drink a cup

Its a quandary

For the likes of us

To chance an arm

To trust in luck

To run the race

Or to give up

To live my life

Then turn to dust

Its a quandary

For the likes of us

The heavens need sweeping,

They’ve grown astray

The world is very different

every day

I can hardly keep up

with the pace

Think I’ll take it eas-y

(Why don’t you take it easy?)

(Think I’ll take it eas-y)

(Think I’ll take it -

slow)

This ain’t no place

Like no place else

‘N’ this place feels

Like a space in-hell

It’s a place called Earth,

I know it well

Its a quandary

For the likes of us

Poetry