As I hold the hand of inner child,
my hero is Mighty Mouse.
He’s small but confidant.
Daring, but handsome.
Graceful and smart.
He’s my hero on silver screen,
as I am forever young.

StarBG © 2017

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Some one prepared this mighty show
To which without a Ticket go
The nations and the Days—

Displayed before the simplest Door
That all may witness it and more,
The pomp of summer Days.

I know a man who thinks he can
Talk in circles and still demand
That people rise at his command
The moment he lifts up his hand

Stranger still is his ambition
One he deems a worthy mission
He proclaims that his ignition
Only turns with his permission

He walks around with head held high
And looks at no one in the eye
His body language speaks a lie
As if to say he'll never die

They claim he's always been this way
A man immune to making change
And yet he knows that come what may
He can't escape the final day

The hours pass as time rolls on
And he proceeds to move along
Convinced that he has surely won
He executes his closing con

Now he's gone