Thunder storms bring rain,
That makes the sky black.
Snowstorms bring hail,
That hurts my back.

My knees creak and snap
they didn't used to be that way
The weather, wet and cold
Snap, crackle pop, those days

Sub zero temperatures,
Blazing, fierce heat.
How I manage to still live,
Is a pretty sick feat.

Life is measured in time
in strength and determination
while standing in the fallout line
the doorway, to damnation

The weaker die off,
The stronger stay alive.
Tis the survival of the fittest,
Where only the best may thrive.

*Forgotten are the heroes
who don't reach their hands down
to pull up the weakest
so, none of us will drown

On that cloudy day,
Misery is spread across the atmosphere.

The sun tends to offer hope across the world,
But on that day with dark clouds,
Everything seems to feel very gloomy.

When the sun shines on earth,
Smiles are more likely to glow,
Offering emotions of wellness.

It is a sad fact that the sun can’t be out every day,
But when that shining star isn’t illuminating,
Try to keep that sparkling expression on your face.

My sails flap and flutter,
As my ship protests against the wind.
The ocean roars back its response,
While the continents sail out of sight.

Rain pelts against my back,
Thunder strikes my ship.
My ship attempts to fall back,
New sails I equip.

My ship must go on,
Till I reach the faraway lands.
The sun peaks over the horizon,
As the world calms and brightens.