As the spiders,
crawl above my head...

To all the flies,
around my head...

Lets not forget the roaches,
that crawl beneath my feet..

As the lizards awaite,
their mighty feast...

There are also,
stinging bees an
bed bugs that bite...

These are things,
that irratate me...

Stink bugs, critters
and slimy worms....

Caterpillars morph
and so they change...

A baby cries,
as another one dies...

The world around us,
can be ugly and cold...

How beautiful it can be,
with riches and gold..

If i can only find,
where i lost my soul...

I need to learn,
to lose my pride...

I'm no longer bold,
as I grow old..

Never throw in your hand..
And always make a stand..