They’ll be days like this my momma said;
Days the stars are unaware of a path to take you in
Days -
The skies are painted grey in timeless renaissance
And you open up your  umbrella, arms stretched high,  just to realize that its holed-  a little too late in the game.
Like a flower looking at the canyon, nodding at the beat of the breeze
Wilts Knowing - it’s in the eye of a hurricane.
And sugar, my momma says
Stars work in mysteries, but sometimes there just stupid –
Don’t let them boss you around— who was ever afraid to get wet?
Your small feet, have miles to walk  in and life gives you the full tour, try to pause in heaven
And get the heck out of hell as fast as you can
But when you find your feet grounded—
you need to take a seat and look at the person you’ve become.
Your dimples are like mine
And your punches like your fathers –
Don’t you deny it.
Sugar, she says :
This world is going to hurt you,
So Take my advice,
Life              is not fun if you don’t know any swear words.