|Going crazy, mixed up, laughing –
Back and forth, like cherished gaffing…
Sense of sound, humor, and taste,
My entire life, a funny waste!
Knowing exactly what’s in store;
That I’m not here, anymore…
The former pride which God had lent
Is now all gone – all’s been spent.
An up and down career of grooving,
Has given way to strange cartooning;
That nut will hopefully be back,
To recharge the hope and promise they lack…
But growing up means being positive,
And having fun with what you give.
Otherwise, you’ll lack the strength
To endure a life of onerous length.
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