I learned the hard way what I know The only way I ever Learned anything but never The hard way as I went and go Not how I meant to go but That was the how of the what I like to be making things Like making a poem that sings On wings of words just so Like making things though I know Making no money yes although Taking what love it brings Giving it back by living Like it was always Thanksgiving Is how I like to go When it comes and becomes time I come to the end of my rhyme May death be forgiving Having aspired to the best Through the worst and all the rest I got there and I got the scars To prove it but I see stars Lest I forget the it to get Here I am now this is it Steven Curtis Lance   Image by Franziska