I paid her once a compliment
Flattered, she fluttered her eyes,
Yes, I was preparing for another affair-
So I got ready for my new enterprise.
The thing with age that lets you down-
until you figuratively creep on the ground,
Retrieving what no longer is there
A quest imprinted-no longer found.
What a store and a delight-
A stratagem which I believe,
A fevered fount
(Where votes all count) -
A cloud came out, the sun went in
More drizzle was my life
I prayed then hoped-but just got rope-
My heart: All slice and diced!
This Summer-Time, my future plan
I dote on it today,
A pioneered and vast new land
And where I choose to play.
Yes, they I revere
As their image appears
And I recall as the memories flow,
For they are my present my past-
Regulate till doomsday
Tax when in doubt
Repeal all current liberties
When the payers begin to pout.
Life, is ever short or long
-under a re-repeating sun-
But you'll always be buried alone,
Either 'Advance' or 'Retreat'
Stout miracles abound each day,
but lost and never seen,
Too late they are appraised and kenned,
a trove that's never been.
Rebounding to the way it was
Joyous tomes behold
She's back once more
From far off fields