Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Shadow Race


Shadow Race
Every time I’ve raced my shadow
When the sun was at my back,
It always ran ahead of me,
Always got the best of me.
But every time I’ve raced my shadow
When my face was toward the sun,
I won.

Music Career
She wabted to play the piano,
But her hands couldn’t reach the keys.
When her hands finally reach the keys,
Her feet couldn’t reach the floor.
When her hands could finally reach the keys,
and her feet could reach the floor,
She didn’t want to play that piano anymore.


Put Something In
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.





2 Comments:

Anonymous حميد said...

خيلي وقت بود از سيلوراستاين چيزي نخونده بودم. چسبيد. متشكرم. فعلا.

2:48 PM  
Anonymous مهدي said...

Azade!
Put something like shadow race in your music career ... and go on ...

8:00 AM  

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