No Tomorrow

Bartered wishes, to peacock flowered prose,
Show happiness within the childhood home,
With knowledge of the highs without the lows,
Of all the charming city streets to roam.
To Barnum as a respectable man,
Exemplified as one with lionheart,
To act as a foundation of a clan,
Rich with a million stories to impart.
These limerick ideas may not be true,
But I'm quite satisfied with who I am,
I've no desire to walk this life anew,
Nor give this life unchallenged as a lamb.
I'll microscope each tear's depth of sorrow,
And easy ride into no tomorrow.

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