Shams' Muse

(While memorizing to be or not to be I kind of have been thinking of other ways to say the same thing in my own way) Why do we not lay down the sword when life is so hard We don't get younger The body ages, decays Lovers leave us or don't love us at all We see others succeed where our ambitions taste the bitter dust of failure We are unremarkable Not giants, nor kings, nor queens And each day we grind corn knowing that we do not eat without labor But by eating, we prolong our laboring What is this life for?

 i count time in years shams but lose count numbers are not my thing my dog is nine. he's nine you know which means i lived here for 8 years or is it 7 and we broke up 8 years ago and i still sometimes look at his twitter just to say you were a better man at one time a more interesting man maybe or not and then in the then i loved others and you don't even matter now, old man,  older than me, ten years younger old man with your bad hair and your long fingers and your shake old man outlook, old man habits now i like someone with small hands and perfect feet did you have perfect feet? I can't remember you except in pictures i hope you are gray now and withered and smell bad i hope you are sad you left me that's a terrible thing to want for someone i want you to be happy too i want you to have forgotten me i want to have forgotten you which i have i am onto someone else someone else who  doesn't want me either