This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.
All the while riding the train Through the window in the rain Thoughts of coming home to stay Big city life just got too big Never a moment of peace or silence Sirens blaring People staring Not much to it except for the stench An occasional rodent It's the safest form of entertainment Blank stares surround everyone Never knowing what's intended The train trudged onwards towards home My mind continued to roam Of childhood days down by the lake When you scared me with that snake Riding our bikes down the trail Our friendship was never doomed to fail Well I am home now and you are here At the depot where the train rests Far away from the booming city It is a city without pity I am in your arms with no regrets
The Michelin Man is in the sky I think he is trying to catch that fish Lucky I was eating lunch and saw him Before that cloud went swish It looks like he put on some weight He seems to be growing a tail Perhaps he needs to eat that fish Before he can prevail Today is cool so he won't sweat Blowing across the sky Isn't he tired-he looks a bit pale His stomach must be fluttering Like a butterfly
Each day goes by without a word Today I brought her flowers Each night my thoughts are of her Unlike mysterious powers We've seen each other over time But never spoke a word Time was just not on our side We had not yet matured Perhaps tomorrow I will speak If not then-maybe next week
Each day when the girl from next door comes looking I hide in the fountain by the square It all started out quite innocently When she offered to cut my hair Soon it became a weekly ritual Afterwards we took walks in the park Next thing I know we are going to places Listening to the songs of a lark Spending time at the city zoo Even a flower show Where this all was going I wondered And where it would eventually go For many months it carried on But now she wants me to marry It is a burden for me to think of Fearful that I must carry I like her alot but what if I fail Or what if we stop taking our walks Life might get too serious It might show up in our talks Some people automatically get old Ending up like my mom and dad They don't seem to ever have fun I suspect they are mostly sad Then there is the subject of children I don't know much about being a dad It's sort of scary thinking of it Then what if my wife go mad She might stop talking to me Or force me to eat dinner alone I think hiding in the fountain for now Is better than facing the unknown
Some people think I'm too old to have fun That I shouldn't be laughing out loud They think I should keep to myself Like it's some sort of a sin to be proud I feel no different than when I was young My feelings towards life are the same Admittedly there are a few handicaps But none that have brought me defame It takes me a bit to get going in the morn My requirements for sleep are now much less I'm not outmoded by any means except morally Of this I must acquiesce Each day of awakening is a day of thanks Another chance to live my life Until it ends I intend to dance To the tune of the drum and the fife
