Drawn from the same well
Although sometimes it's hard to tell
Very much the same
And yet different as night and day
The strongest of special bonds
That goes far beyond
Anything
This world could ever bring
Both set to fuss and fight
And still at times so much alike
If truth be told
Kindhearted kindred souls
In that special place
To give each other grace
When secrets need be kept
At that a sister's excellent
Bountiful in love
That's so easily shown

And when they pull back on the covers
There's peace of mind they have each other

If in desperate need
Of a little pick me up
Me thinks you should drink
Coffee from the cup

Like your dad, drink it black
Or moms, sugar with cream
You could go with the fad
Of the Latee Venti

Either way it's okay
As long as there is caffeine
To make your way through the day
Or at least past morning

Where you might down an expresso
For that mid-day pick me up
If you had to guess though
You'll not stop with one cup

Where you'll move past the boundaries
Into the vast great unknown
You might mainline your caffeine
Through a vein in your arm

However you care to get you there
Let's not call it a crutch
Don't want to leave you unaware
It's just a little pick me up

Not that I feel any younger
But could somebody please check the numbers
It was only yesterday it seems
I was in my mid-twenties

Just when I thought I had a grip on it
Life went and pulled a stunt like this
Slapping old man Father time
Into tailspin way past his prime

As the gray grows, and arthritis take hold
Nothing going on is what I've been told
Have I fallen for vicious, lie after lie
Or a slip of the mind, time after time

Who you trying to kid, kid
Am I even ready for this
What's the ***** nilly deal
As the doctors prescribe yet another pill

I'm sure they must all be doing something
To keep this jalopy body running
That's pretty much all I have to say
Except, wait...I'm 68?!

Most will side
With the Honey bee
But it’s the Butter bee
That’s sweet on me

A slight margarine
Of difference
Between the mess
They both spread

One to me
Is sticky sweet
The other bee
Buttery

When it comes
To the bees knees
Both these bees
Are sweet indeed

As both bees
Seem to know
Their way around
A slice of toast

Here we go again, this silly man
By the name of Diver Dan
Always in search of happiness
But never with a plan

Before he'd know what's going on
He'd dive right in headfirst
Into any given situation
Doing his best to bring the worst

You would think by now if he thought about
The concept of consequence
He'd be the first to turn around
And head back to the place he'd been

But not so with Diver Dan
As he quickly makes his way
To the nearest springing board
Where arms and purpose he would flay

Diving into deep conclusions
With no thought or master plan
And so it goes, for the one we know
As the infamous Diver Dan