If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.Napoleon Hill
Oh Tell Me!
Bold baby born into a world so black
It lacks the ability to be bright.
Where in every bad trade there is a mad jack
Ready to steal your smile in the night,
So that he can hide it in his room-
Where everyday he plots your doom.
How in your ignorance you have the sense
To be happy and not like an old man tense
Because he will soon step into his grave
And enter back into mother natures womb.
Whilst you many a year have to be brave
To save the hearts of ladies from the tomb.
I’ll Tell You!
Old man who’s weak hands hold me in his frail arms
Who’s back lacks the strength to stand tall and straight
And who smells of the stink that shall always bait
The lovely lady death to come your way.
As she’s been attracted to all your charms
So she’ll make you for your long life pay.
That i’m happy because long have i been dead
In our mothers womb that’s also a tomb
And i’d forgotten how much life has to give.
Until now when i was born again
Into a world in which there’s much to smile for.
© 2019 The Poets Peace