Not one person in this lonely world
Walks on some singular path alone
But every once in a horrible while
There are those that come up and push you along

Here is a toast
To those that boast
And say they wish you well
When all along
They sing some song
And march you straight to hell

May they rot and grow crazed
In their shallow graves
For what they did in life
And know that sin
Is what fills the graves in
Even if they don’t remember it right

I wish you good health
Throughout your years;
With it you prosper
Behind smile's lonely tears.
Your conflicts,
Your fears,
Successes and failures,
Fade in pale wanings.
I wish you good health.

Quid Pro Quo.
This for that.
Too much Quo,
Too little Quid,
Not enouth that,
A smidgen less  this,
Is the best from the list
Of fatherly advice:
But suffer this,
Let this suffice:
Never take your eyes
Off one another,
Or you'll miss seeing the struggle,
And when to make your move.
That's how to keep your love.

The nights grow long
As the days grow even shorter.
The trees do the dance of "Autumn's Colors"
While the winds, blow cooler, and the Earth starts to wind down for Winter's sleep for starters.
The whole process creates a "new season's passion" in my heart.
People change their swim suits for a more "warmer" fashion.
The days gave us the sun to warm and entertain us
Through the summer through "the dance of the shadows."
Now the "hallow's eve," which lies before us
Creates the chance to plan the best costumes and funniest "drunken nights" as those intoxicated sing in chorus.
I sleep in with "daylight savings time"
As I cheer with my cup in hand....
A "toast"
In cheer until next year to "me. Summertime."