Ant Smith

All poems

Quandary

To stay in bed
Or to get up
To drive a car
Or catch a bus
To smoke a tab
Or drink a cup
Its a quandary
For the likes of us

To chance an arm
To trust in luck
To run the race
Or to give up
To live my life
Then turn to dust
Its a quandary
For the likes of us

The heavens need sweeping,
They’ve grown astray
The world is very different
every day
I can hardly keep up
with the pace
Think I’ll take it eas-y
(Why don’t you take it easy?)
(Think I’ll take it eas-y)
(Think I’ll take it -
slow)


This ain’t no place
Like no place else
‘N’ this place feels
Like a space in-hell
It’s a place called Earth,
I know it well
Its a quandary
For the likes of us