Just when the day wanes longer, Legs and body not get any strengt… Memory short and not clear, Times of ending days near. Hair turns from gray to white,

I use to hear them say “Letting those golden moments roll… But how much longer of a delay Or should I stay strong? Either way the clock ticks in time

o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,

No matter the distance Between us in miles, No matter the lifespan, Spread all the while. No matter the challenges,

O Spirit within me Spirit of the poetry that’s free. Abide in me to write to the people… From my soul of what I truly came… O Spirit in my soul

Summer rain— Falling from the skies, Summer rain— Pouring on my window pane, Summer rain—

Am I blue? Blues in my soul Carrying the weight of every burde… Of every man and it ain’t no good… My man ain’t no good 'cause he sta…

Soothe me Groove me Making my nature rise Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep,

Because I care Enough to say enough, Even though times are so rough As society tries to bring me As society tries to bury me

In your eyes I see a different light Maybe another you Perhaps something about you I see a certain you

I open my mouth— And the words are there But all of a sudden nothing comes… And those few words that’s shared Still flows on no doubt.