Fish And May Poem by Aston Marley

We roll together in the rollercoaster without worries about our unborn daughter. Am fish, she's may; I met her on a cold Sunday morning in July.

This day will be written on a platter of gold and fame, wait for no one when you're gathering you cake; where's the love when there's no peace.

Let do something crazy today Fish, maybe we can get through all the impossibility around us. Don't wait for your May day before you scream for a better pay day. Let do it now and put more effort in making it worth doing