I’m a simple man and nothing more, of mediocre means neither rich nor poor.

People misunderstand my quirky ways, I don’t seem to give a flying fig these days.

I’m more than content with the man I’ve become, I march to the beat of my own drum.

I wear my failures like the finest weaves, but not foolish enough to wear my heart on my sleeve.

My imperfections I keep at my feet, so as not to trip I keep up with their beat.

Don’t look to me as shrewd or savvy, I just found in myself a way to be happy.

When I was a child for fun I used to pretend to have super strength when crushing crackers in my soup...
Huh! Turns out it’s still as fun as I remember.

Mary kissed me once
So I kissed her twice

Susan  never wanted to play
So I moved too , far away

Margaret I loved so true
All she did was make me blue

Jane was a beauty
Inside and out

But here I am today
With all my withouts

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Courage is facing each day in a world without justice.

Some people are so busy trying to direct karma that it ends up biting them in the ***.