A Life Time

There he sat at five,

Under the little oak tree,

With his lolly in hand.

There he sat ninety-five,

Under the very old oak tree,

With his pipe in hand.

The Muddy Glass

  If you are the kind of person that thinks of life as a glass half full then I thank you. But if you think that it is half empty then I thank you as well. But there is one more kind of person that makes life what it is. And that is the kind of person that sees it as a muddy glass and to see things clearer you must wash the glass with questions. So you must ask them. And I am not talking about answerable questions. I mean QUESTIONS! The kind of questions that boggle your mind. The kind of questions that you never forget. The kind that you ask yourself everyday. So now I ask you one...
If you were a bubble would you pop?