Let us talk, of love and friends,
The ones, that do not require amends.
The friends, that worry about your wife,
The ones, who know about your life.
My friends are, of the caring kind,
And the best help, for my mind.
Thank you friends, for thoughts so dear,
I am lucky to have you near.

My mind is working at a fevered pitch.
I tell you, life's just a bitch.

I won't whine or beg, not I.
I will plod along, until it's goodbye.

When life, that was once so grand,
Is no longer the life we planned,
Then we must, now stop and reflect
And say prayers, so we can genuflect
While praying to the great Lord above,
To save us all, by staying in love.

When I tell you, "I hurt inside,"
Do not reply that you must deride.
All those worries, that you do share,
With all others, who provide, daily care.

This life, we know, is never enough,
To do the things that we need.
Life is so short and so tough,
For all to be happy, contented, indeed.
What can we do, on this day
That allows all, to be set free?
Believe not, what you hear some say
Vote for those, who you can agree.

Must I await, here on this earth,
When the sweetness of love is gone?

Love not in haste,
For when you are done,
It will not be a waste
Of time or effort, to be alone.

It matters not, what you think I am,
It matters only, that I'm a man,
Who cares about, his family and friends
And need not try to make amends.

I will no longer allow, myself to succumb,
To that path, when I was young,
Fearing not, if I lived or died,
For it mattered not, if I tried
To have drinks, dance or race cars,
Beneath the dark sky, with sparkling stars.
My memories, of these events, grow dim;
My youth, is no longer a whim
Or fancy affair of daring, so odd,
As I have now, finally found God.
Praise the Lord, for these wonderful things,
As I truly do live amongst kings,
With friends, of long standing, near,
No longer, is it death I fear.