Inhaling your first bit of air,
You open your eyes on your first breath,
to little else than family fanfare
...
There she is. Just over there
Eyes of fire
Bright as the winter's sun
She's no old man winter to this son
...
We keep going, just flowing
The work, like water, is deep and ongoing
The river roars on, never soaking up
Never a day will this government be choked up
...
The word of a party with a plan,
led by a man who only knows “I can”
People need to listen up
He’s speaking the “What’s up”
...
Prejudice is felt and sometimes can be unseen,
Many ignorant people think it's gone,
Yet, it's still going on
Have you witnessed such mien:
...
Two or one?
''Are you in relay? Or just another for the 1'? ''
Two is greater than one
...
That one sound
heard just today,
caused life to stir just this way:
...
Book Ends
Inhaling your first bit of air,
You open your eyes on your first breath,
to little else than family fanfare
As you grow family changes,
or maybe just rearranges
Yet your first breath will remain,
bringing means that will sustain
Allowing you to form,
and reform your life`s norm
Some look to a god, while others nothing or math,
but we all eventually create a path,
which enables us to navigate this great land
And if lucky, with that of another`s warm hand
But no matter how you get there,
we end up at that same 'somewhere',
Either looking back or forward,
for a mere glimpse in or outward,
You might have already fallen,
or you could be standing tall when...
Inhaling your last bit of air,
You close your eyes on your last breath,
to no more than family fanfare