The days pass, the people come and go
Slowly we slip into our mature years
We are supposed to be chill, home, no fun, and slow
Yet, the difficulty is I have people and care


Used to say I will sleep when dead
That, mentality is stuck in my head

No regrets, or “regerts” no worries
When done no problems and no Sorry’s

Hope that when gone,
the ones I have faith in me will understand
I did my best, as a friend, son, father and a man

I don’t answer to anyone except the guy I see each morning
Don’t expect flowers, money, or things when people are mourning

Celebrate, I hope those that truly know me will not compare
I am me, not perfect, I am well aware

Navigating my way way through
Just like you