Things have to get better,
No matter the time,
No matter the place.
If I give you a word,
You'll have to rhyme,
If you are to save face.

Not certain about the words,
That I wrote.
Commit them to memory,
Remember by rote.

A mess of words,
That are to be,
A way for me to
Maintain my sanity.
A futile attempt,
Don't you see.

I'm not getting better
And soon I'll be,
An example to share,
For sake of history.

Wind with rain
New plantings knocked down
Wet ground.

The days draw short
Years move along
Quite rapidly.
Much like a song,
A very sad song
Of life's short time.
Memories that fade
And are gone, sublime
Is the mood,
That I see.
Please dear God,
Please help me.

Are you real?
Can you see
That my love,
Will always be
Meant for you
But not for me,
or my life
Of uncertainty.