Talk about Galactic problems
Rising from the dust
Yet not quite at rock bottom
This spinning Hunk of loose Space Junk

From one end to the other
Throughout the galaxy
Known to every Alien and their mother
As a floating globe of useless debris

After years and years of tossing trash
By now you would have thunk
We would have gotten our act together some how
On this rotund ball of spinning Space Junk

Given the chance you know all too well
We'll leave leftovers in our wake
Famous for our wars and landfills
In the messes that we make

Scooting through the universe
Litter bugs on the run
Used to be known as Planet Earth
Now a rolling ball of senseless Space Junk

Underneath sweet Southern skies
Watching life pass us by
Not a care I swear to where or why
As we lean back and close our eyes

Down here is where things slow a bit
Pretty close to the point of quit
Not at all bothered a bit by it
That is just how we all live

Being that we're neighborly
Waving from our front porch swings
From early morning to late evenings
Might throw a howdy or two in-between

There's not a lot that gets us down
When we're this far from unwound
Feet firmly set on the ground
With heart and head, heaven bound

Underneath sweet Southern skies
We find we need no reasons why
To lean back and close our eyes
As life outside slowly passes by

I found myself on the verge
Of tossing out this poem
But the green in me said wait and see
It might just be recyclable

Perhaps someone else could use it
Bits and pieces, if not all
They could have a line or two that rhymes with a few
Of the stanzas I used to make up this poem

So, I set it out on the curbside
With a sign reading free to a poet in need
Which didn't take long till one came along
And snatched up the poem from the weeds in my lawn

Feeling proud of myself for the effort
In this poetic environment
Showing the world that I care and am well aware
Being willing to share with what little I have
in the recycling of this poetic trash

And to think I almost tossed it
Which should be a lesson to us all
If you think what you have is nothing but trash
The trash that you have could be recyclable

We're all told to be careful
It's been known to break some hearts
In the mad rush to be helpful
The jealousy of love

It'll slip up on you in a frenzy
Ripping out your foolish heart
When you least expect you have the need
The jealousy of love

How many times have you been warned
Far more often than not
And yet here you are back at the door
The jealousy of love

Like a fruit, forbidden you
Bitter to the tongue
As it sits in wait to make its move
The jealousy of love

Caught up in the dilemma
Do you stay or move along
With no one the clear winner
The jealousy of love

If everything was perfect
And life was but a breeze
I'm not sure exactly
How that would feel to me

If life was but a song
That we all could hum along
I'm not sure how right that'd feel
If something was not wrong

If everything was right side up
And not a thing was upside down
Would we ever really know
When the good times roll around

Can we take this opportunity
To realize what we should know
How things would not feel right
If something was not wrong

If you're late coming to this party
In the perfection that you seek
How on earth can you be happy
If you never have a need

I believe they both go hand in hand
Never travel far alone
Because right would not feel right
If something was not wrong

Pardon me, please
While I sneeze out some lines
About these allergies
That have put a halt to my life

They’ve got my eyes running
Same as my nose
Whether I'm out here flat-footed
Or over there on tippy toes

I find it hard to breathe
With this pollen floating around
Beaten up in this brutal fight
Daily down for the count

My eyes itch so bad
Driving me over the edge
To where I could take a garden rake
And scratch them out of my head

Downing fistfuls of Zyrtec
Like they're going out of style
These allergies are not done yet
On this there's little doubt

That my head is beyond stuffed
To where my ears can barely hear
I would not be lying to say I've had enough
Of the pollen count this year

These days I keep you will find me
Footloose and relaxing free
On some far-off sandy shore
The thoughts I weave, I guarantee
You're soon to see are not too deep
On that you have my gentle word

If by chance you could, you should
If you would in all likelihood
Somehow find the perfect time
To some degree be more like me
A connoisseur of no needs
At this time...
with time out of mind

Over time you'll find that I
Am the kind to fit the crime
And easily could get used to this
Here's the thing, if you spread your wings
And dream your dreams inside the dream
There's not a thing in life that you will miss

So, hop on here if you dare
A place where there are no cares
Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride
Guaranteed to feel free like me
When you come to see you have no needs
At this time...
with time out of mind