Momma Poem by Quinten Darrow

My bite beat my bark, I would act on a lark. Can't get out of my own way.

For I've been thinking, that I was shrinking. Life seems to be in disarray.

But I'll just borrow another tomorrow. May it be a better day.

All hard ass old men, pretend they can say again, I wish you a Happy Mother's Day.

I'm still your little boy, not always pride and joy. Wasn't there that day you went away.

You can't borrow against tomorrow. You're not promised anything anyway.

QCD