Some things happen, some things don't.
If you never try, they probably won't.
Hide in your shell, your barn, or your comfy armchair.
Thirty years later, we'll find you there.
Though one foot forward and next foot next,
me thinks you'll go far, but that's hard to project.
(Guaranteed 98 and 3/4%)

It ain't the pork, it ain't the beans
It ain't the mustard on saltines
It ain't the redneck social scenes

I love about the south

It ain't the ice cold sweet southern tea
It ain't the way that we say please
It ain't the way we lemon squeeze

I love about the south

It ain't the perfect slice of pecan pie
It ain't the wink in the bullfrog's eyes
It ain't the fireflies that light the night

I love about the south

It ain't the way we say yes ma'am
When you visit Alabam
It ain't the attitude of yes we can

I love about the south

It ain't the way that we say ya'll
With the syrupy sweet southern draw
No it ain't none of that at all

I love about the south

It's the crisp clear starry nights
Through the shifting shadows of the loblolly pine
As I stand here with your hand in mine

I love about the south

Just the fact that you are here
And that I can hold you near
As I hear you call me dear

*I love about the south

Eating strange things at odd moments
Peeing all hours of the night
Being mean to the ones you love
Hands on your lower back
And walking luck a duck
Painting blue, yellow, or pink
Memories of nesting
Pregnancy is a many splendored thing.

Nothing new within a word.
Though power is within their numbers.
There will be blood.

Used often lightly,
A different demeanor,
we nourish esteem in others.

Politically too they express,
thoughts that may lean:
Happy days are here again.

They, ever so gently,
pull strings tenderly.
Love is in your eyes.

Words by themselves
are but words of themselves.
It you is to place them in context.

In the recent times,
I saw myself
Growing impudent
And losing elf.

I told people and believed,
That I need no men
Oh God, I prithee
To bless me with strength.

I shall not require
Anyone's sympathy.
Even at the times of failure
Oh God, I prithee

I don't want life
Going rellentando,
Though sometimes it takes my
Senses to be ambedo

Oversharing on your social feed
Everyone knows your wants and needs
Save for those who really care
To the rest of us you need not bear
Your lunch and dinner were had, we see
Relationship status updated several times a week
How can it be?
I remember a day we shared with ourselves
Worries and whims on paper with pen
In a book called a journal or diary
it would have been
Discreet it was then
As it should be again
I can't wait for the sharing to end.