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.

In the daylight hours,
I wait for you.
In the midnight hour
I will be with you,
For life's sweet and sour
Moments are drawing near,
As I watch you
Oh so slowly disappear.

We were told to be good, behave
And from this life, our Souls to save.
The hardness of our life, I see
Is full of fear of life's reality.
Remember that a person, should not deride
The feelings that others, have trapped inside.
We all have our life to live,
No matter what, we have time to give
And support family and friends, I know
That we must do that to save our Soul.

Hearing the noisy clanking of a beak,
I look up at the Fir tree,
Into the branches, then I see
A big Crow, looking down at me.
Feed me he caws, from up above.
I need to eat and I love
Sitting in the trees, making my sound,
Seeing you put peanuts onto the ground.