Whistlers

in the end
the folds will close, and
nothing will you save

so tell me how
the resolute are pious
stout and brave

the end is nigh
but by and by, tomorrow
rise and shave

it’s better whistling
in the air, than turning
in your grave

by G. Paul Randall

I’m a semi-retired working schmo and I’ve been keen on the arts and writing my whole life. I dabble in all styles of poetry and a little short fiction and creative non-fiction as well. My Buddhist world view tends to sneak into my work, though not always, and sometimes it’s camouflaged. Some of my stuff is rhyme and meter, but most isn’t. I’m still employed part-time at an independent used bookstore in Galveston, Texas, US where I live.

gpaulrandall.com is my WordPress address, @gpaulrandall on Twitter.