For all that I am:
Nothing

Wise men say fools rush in

Wise men say the gentle man angry is no longer gentle

Wise men say time only exists when you're aware of it
It is also said time ceases to exist when

Wise men say be the best you, for you are the only you

Wise men say, be just as good at lying as one is at truth telling

Wise men say bullets are not the answer-
but they sure as hell, help

I think and I ponder
And sometimes I wander
About what is my *** of gold
and what I want from it

Why do I always fall in love with them?

Oh! What a world!
Santa's reindeer
Have runaway!
And now he is without a sleigh.

So for a while he sits and he ponders;
He comes to the conclusion
that the best solution
Is to find something that wanders.
So he sits, without sonder
and declares he'll take volunteers!

And so I sit
And here I write
Although my space is very tight
I sit with my poetry kit
And hope for better
In the belly of the best

A gentle warm wind
To signal a season of death
Swiftly with it
The sweet song of sparrows
The soft pitter-patter of rain
Wipe up your tears and get on you feet
A new day is at your door
Take off your skinned leather parka
The cold no longer shows your breath
And put away those soft winter knits
Let there be no more harrow
And pain should be that of scraped knees
From play all but too rough from friends you meet
After all your spring chores
Sunny like a Petrarca

In the Season of life
lives happiness