The Future Poem by Danny W. Patterson

One year comes one year goes,
What will happen no one know,
It's all left up to the game of chance,
Like love affairs or way our prance,

No one knows from day to day,
The game of life or how to play,
You do your best as well you can,
To improve the betterment of man,

It's all a puzzle as time goes on,
Time could be short or maybe long,
It really don't matter what you think,
There ain't no reason to raise sink,

It will all work out, in the end,
all anyone need is a friend.