A Diary

No more dreams of Pooh and Tigger

as we age our toys

get bigger

And as i roll down the 

Mountain of Older

I feel like a sad clown 

perpetually colder

So,

Wake up, time to grow up

And so we make the most of what has been done

Evil man is bound to boast

A new life has begun

I'm on the road now 

to a place of my dreams

Friends and family to tie

the seams

Want to help those of strained mind

and be the eyes to the blind

On the surface it won't

seem like I have done much

But I know it means the world to ones 

I can touch

First the kin

Absolved of sin

Then come the friends

till the pain ends

Finally the ones who need it most

Never forgetting my uncle the ghost