The end...

How many marbles
are we supposed to have?
A handful?
A headful?
A mouthful?
I can't find mine.
Anywhere.
Not in the closet.
Not under the bed.
Not out on the sidewalk
where I played with them last.
Did they roll away
or did you hide them?
It's your fault
I lost them.
It's your fault
I'm sad.
You don't have to admit it.
I know what I know.
Playtime is over.
You need to go.

Mischief and a good story (or two)...

 

Oh, woe is me...

 

I've lost mine.

Conundrum...

           we die
           by living.
           if we
           didn't live
           we couldn't
           die.

            to be
 or not to be.  

             that is the question. 

Must be nice to have a green thumb...