ode to the old

It was warm once, upon my soul

The lingering smell was afternoon mow

The skies were lighted with simple delight

Hoping that there would be no fright

With the light closing and the wind crap

My childhood was horrible

I have nothing storable

Or delightful to shout

Just tryin to fight my way out

Of a life with no control

Something was holding me deep inside

To come up and eat some thing fried

Other people pass as I cram in the air

In hopes of despair

There will be no trail

So I cry and wait for the night to come

It only gets better so we can have some fun

Only do I hear the night creeping in

Do I understand that we are in for a grin

Only to show that it comes back around

As I grow older, I begin to understand

That my nights are best here in my land

I love my surroundings, I wouldn’t change them a bit

Only to understand now that I am a hit

So leave me to myself and understand

I am a happy person with my life in my hands

Ode to the meek and in with the strands

Of starting some thing new

With only a certain few

To enjoy while playing in my land