Butt+Prints+in+the+Sand

The poem that started it all…


 * Butt Prints in the Sand**


 * //I sat all day wondering what there is to do in life.//**
 * //From my seat, life seemed boring and dull. What is there to do?//**
 * //I could have gotten up, but I wanted to see what else was on TV.//**
 * //I was unmotivated and lazy, so I sat around//**
 * //Waiting for something to stir me.//**
 * //Reading a book crossed my mind, but the TV guide was closer.//**
 * //Opportunities knocked at the door, but I asked who was ever up//**
 * //And closest to get it.//**
 * //From my couch, I prayed for God to mold my life and now//**
 * //I look like a couch potato.//**
 * //I sat waiting for the phone to ring, but the phone never rang…only the//**
 * //Microwave letting me know my cheese fries were done.//**
 * //I waited for life to reveal its purpose to me…to do what I have no clue.//**
 * //I should have done something, but who am I? It’s all really//**
 * //Worthless anyway, we live and we die, I’ll just sit and watch it all pass me by.//**
 * //We live in a scary world, so I will just stay inside and hide.//**
 * //I once had a dream, but there were many actions I had to take to//**
 * //Reach that dream. It meant a lot of hard work, so I chose to relax//**
 * //Instead and said, “I’ll start tomorrow.”//**
 * //I thought about going for a walk and getting some exercise, but//**
 * //Rolling over and taking a nap seemed to be enough.//**
 * //I could have made a difference in the world,//**
 * //But I choose to sit around instead.//**
 * //I could have, should have, would have…if only I had gotten up!//**
 * //Now life has passed me by, and when I look back all I see are//**
 * //Butt prints in the sand.//**