Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best

If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

You are eternal. Your essence will always exist. You will always be, You. Enjoy it!

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple

I don’t see much the future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass

Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on

Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout

Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo