to you who knew My bong wears a necklace of glow-in-the-dark plastic pearls Stars round the pipe like ideas coming ripe to spark the dark With those who chose to know what I mean with me there between When I am who learns now the season turns then life goes on Where Mr. Chips taught all boys Mr. Lance learns from the girls Preferring their company way back in 1960 When Mrs. James my Kindergarten teacher wrote of me Noting I disliked "rough" games did "NOT take criticism Well" on my report card by unconscious witticism I understand inside me now somehow through outside in By living and loving the ones who have understood this To die in pleasant company within where I begin I come home where I came from now to seal then with my kiss Love letters like these to the future for those who get me Out of the past (and their boyfriends too) with even a few Like me as it were in general in particular Who knew my bong wore a necklace who do not forget me Stars round the pipe like ideas coming ripe you spark the dark When I am who learns now the season turns then life goes on Returning what I learned from you from me when I am gone +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI