How Many More Rolls?

How Many More Rolls?

Verse 1

Woke up this morning

With coffee on my mind,

But a bad boy in the pipeline

Put my plans in a bind.

When the toilet roll spun empty,

A thought crossed my mind:

How many more rolls

Before that last flush in time?

Chorus

How many more rolls?

Cinnamon or spice?

How many more rolls?

It’s a toss of the dice.

How many more rolls

In the hay, can you say?

How many more rolls?

Before the end of our day?

Verse 2

So now I am thoughtful

With each hour of the day,

Knowing there’s a limit

To my earthly stay.

How many rolls are

Doled out in this life?

We will all find out

At the end of our strife.  

Chorus

How many more rolls?

Cinnamon or spice?

How many more rolls?

It’s a toss of the dice.

How many more rolls

In the hay, can you say?

How many more rolls?

Before the end of our day?

Woke up this morning with coffee on my mind…

Balance

We complain, blame God for

Pain.

Forget to give thanks for

Pleasure.

We suffer floods, curse His name,

Forget to praise the sprouting

Grain.

Our world seethes in Yin,

While gushing gracious Yang,

Equal parts solace,

Equal parts stain.

His work, our dalliance:

The Cross Road,

Where eternal fortunes

Hang.

— Gene Scott (20 August 21)

 

Balance
Balance

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