if a still small voice gave you a choice
and set it before you
which way would you move
in the choice you choose
the wisdom of the old
or innocence of youth
feel free to tell the truth
what do you think you'd do

would you take your own sweet time
to sit and think on it
or jump at the very chance
the first chance you get
would you make up your mind
with the time that's left
to live in your decision
with or without regret

who out of you
with this challenge met
would it behoove
to see the world as it truly is
in the shadow of the old
with ancient secrets kept
or a bout of innocence
where youth learn to accept

Listen up now people
I've got something here to say
Don't let your TDS
Stand in place of your day to day

You may not want to hear
But this here is the truth
All that you think you think you know
All you hold dear to you

Was on its way down in flames
And not a thing that you could do
It's time you stopped placing blame
Living with these Biden Blues

When you've lost all your money
And not a penny you could show
At the end of four years running
With two more months to go

We're trying our best to hold out
Before this ship goes down in flames
Leaving out little doubt
Just who this crew can blame

In the nick of time, we figured out
It's time to give this clown the boot
There's no way we'd make another round
Living with these Biden Blues

I have all my neighbors wondering
Just what is going on
As I've double lined my windows
With Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil

After years of intense research
Not placing the horse before the cart
The indoor controlled environment
Must be dry and dark,
for a successful Dust Bunny farm

I've filled the house/farm with furniture
Where this particular breed loves to hide
Removed all brooms and swifter's
So as not to cause a fright

Raising the highest of quality
All my Bunnies are free range
To tell the truth it wouldn't do
To keep them in a cage

The only time they're ever touched
By white gloved human hands
Is when I separate them
As gently as I can

I don't dare break up the families
They're all pack in the same box
All with a touch of tender love
And the needed pinch of dust

I ship my Bunnies far and wide
Oh, and the shipping's free!
To where you reside so they can hide
And raise their family

You can look over your shoulder
And dream the left behind
As you continue growing older
Another place, another time

How many are stuck in I wish I may
Hoping once again I might
Find the youthful days they gave away
Another place, another time

When bowing to the throne of the good old
Many fail to turn on the light
Where years from now all they'll think about
Another place, another time

It's hard to be happy in ignorance
With the memories we've left behind
In both heart and head those loved and left
Another place, another time

If we had an inkling to do it all again
We still wouldn't get it right
And yet dream of rewriting our history
Another place, another time

whenever i find i'm bored in life
i like to count my toes
starting with the pinky
then back and forth across the row

i count the line one at a time
or sometimes double up
if feeling spry i multiply
but with that wish me luck

i might even do 2 by 2
if in a hurry to get through
you never know when counting toes
in which direction it will go

that's why i find when bored with life
i take off my shoes and socks
wiggling my tootsies
then tippy toe across the row,
counting all the toes i've got

Thought that I was strong enough
To not break down and cry
This world is full of long hello's
As well as fast goodbyes

I may know the how
But never know the why
This is meant to haunt
Me throughout this life

When I got the call
We all seem to hate
Where they all tend to stall
As well as hesitate

Wish that I had known
But find that I'm too late
To try and test the steady grip
On the relentless hand of fate

That day they chose for you
A suit of bitter blue
I know that you would rather have had
A very different view

Than the one, death forced on
The moment you were caught
A once vibrant life, stuck inside
A felt lined wooden box

To have your Mom and Dad
Sitting down in front
Both kicked in the head
With the pain of sucker punched

I feel that it's not right
For a parent to lose a child
I pray each day I never have
To ever find that out

With heavy sigh I've found that I
Will never be strong enough
To not break down and cry
And all of it because

I can clearly see the how
But never know the why
This world is full of long hello’s
As well as fast goodbyes