Good Times, (Bad Times's Cousin)
Our relationship was and will always be!
I am the messenger and Bad Times my wheels
I beg to cover Bad Times the shame of being my wheels
For a while so, let me be invisible
Knowing my future I move reluctantly
Does this intend to dose intellects with puzzles?
Or time advantage for Bad Times to demonstrate her skills?
Prayers begged me to arrive
I am clad in ego and pride
Demonstrating my care to a cousin
Now that I’m visible least I withdraw for Bad Times to revenge
It is the hour to shed memories of bad times
And be welcomed by all.