We've got a long way to go

Before our time is done

It all rests on temperance

And making each day fun


Care and feeding top the list

Willpower is the key

It all hangs on safekeeping 

And being trouble-free


We've got time left on the clock

'For the final buzzer

It all banks on gratitude

And taking care, brother!

If these age spots on my hands are any indication,

an old caboose shortly shall be leaving the station

Achy back and stiff neck

Heavy as a sea cow

Itchy balls and tired feet

Ready for the last ciao

I'm sorry 'bout Rick

But oh, such a prick

so, then he 'twas hit

By karma's big stick

Loving is the art of life 

Freely in the making

Giving is the gift of love

Gratis in the taking

I've just realized I've got a woman

I've had two, but the first one died

been tellin' myself I can dump her

yet I saw that's an emboldened lie


I've remembered now my grateful

I'll never again forget how blessed

to have my good woman lovin' me

'tis all mattering of whatever's left

You gave us diaper changes

Dusting off each dimpled duff

Finished with a pat or two

Goo-goo ga-ga in the buff


You watched us grow up roundly

Teaching true the Poo-Bah's prayer

Followed up at Christmastime

Chocolate fudge beyond compare


You cared for us in your way

Harking back those nappy times

Out of sight but never mind

Auntie Em a hundred chimes!

I remember how you once loved me,

your affections 'pon my heart string

oh, thank you my dear cousin Emily

to your 100th happy birthdays I sing!

They landed 'pon our open place

as six continent heartlands each

taking charge with mind control

they gave humanity these orders


Every human skilled as a literate

shall write one sonnet about love

yet violent rapists and murderers

must pen one ode for each victim

Our human ego, the five senses

show us a self-awareness taste

all feelings of importunateness

reinforced by me myself and I's


Saw Homo-sapiens' graveyards

uncovering the exhumed bones

of dead folk with skull attached

and I couldn't tell the difference

Well, looks like I'm on the B-side

recording end of my inferior ride

song's still okay, the lyric will do

yet finale 'tis near, 45 finish soon

The poetries aren't important anymore

they were only something for me to do,

'til I saw a healing saving me with love

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