Late the other night I decided to pick up an old book: Falling Up by Shel Silverstein. Remember him? He was like the cool Dr. Seuss of my elementary days. So, here’s what I got from the other night…
WOULDA-COULDA-SHOULDA
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin’ in the sun,
Talkin’ ’bout the things
They woulda-coulda-shoulda done…
But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All ran away and hid
From the one little
did.
He’s a deep man that Shel.