Passing Urine. Poem by Peter Vealey

Where would we be?
Forever, musing endlessly,
If we listened to everyone,
Running for the platform,
Telling any child,
Or beast, woman, us?
You yes You?
Passing urine?
Musing in the bushes
What a wonderful world,
This ain`t?
Loving every moment of my life?
No?
My woman possibly?
Till today,
Became.
Yet "ANOTHER DAY"
Restless, yearning, fearing?
Don`t need ever jeering!
Tomorrow
If it happens?