paid the bills, no money left over only dreams of being in the clover contemplating what to do when I win the lotto you just wait has been my motto
dreams with no action never work believing in good luck is just a quirk to put that cherry on the banana split maybe tomorrow I’ll get around to it
what’s not to enjoy about living glad to multiply the joy by giving having a family by birth or by choice just too many reasons to rejoice
do we really need a reason for being what if we all were just dreaming forget the questions, let your soul soar know that happiness is rewarded by more
raised by a pack of fools,
set adrift in no mans land
his crown was void of jewels
he starred as a one man band
he set out with a pack of mules
his language was eventually banned
took his bath in muddy water pools
never a day that he could call bland
his alone were the only rules,
there wasn’t a competing brand
never a mascot for any schools
from every job he had he was canned
he leant his name to the dunces stools
his belief was that his life was grand
God had given him all the necessary tools
Nature provided everything at hand
to the hobo he became a legend
his kindness was never questioned
his life’s goal was to find the promised land
he knew that no one else would understand
he finally settled down in a place he called heaven
made a fortune by selling it to Seven-Eleven
he went back on the road without a care
with his wandering friends he did share
despite the start,
his ending was perfect
his shibboleth:
life is a journey none can predict
ME and the Boss Poetry 