Im 42. If I dont find the meaning to life, the universe, and everything in this year...I suppose I never will.
Late, but none-the-less, heartfelt, fellow seeker.
Wit and charm, charm and wit,
Bozo posts quite a bit
About all life and what it means:
The joy, the pain and farting beans;
At forty-two he’s seen it all
Including koans in the great dance hall,
The dance is free, but the steps not clear,
Which Bozo embraces without trace of fear;
His pace is measured and footwork sublime,
This dance goes on outside of time,
And for the answer sought, he gets a glimpse or two,
Be it a number or a look at...you.