A slip of a boy I hope you enjoy Who would be big but would not be a pig At least I never got fat there was that And so I am not Uncle Jack at last Having wasted almost away I guess But doing it my way no matter what Leaving my baggage back there in the past Wasting nor wanting not what I forgot And this is what there is not more but less My belly like an empty basket now A begging bowl although my soul is full But life goes on and so do I somehow And all of it at last is beautiful Thinking of what is and not what is not I want to be and so I think I will Go on as I have gone am going still Although the going is improbably Going my way for now more than likely I have to go no matter what I do But when having gone then I will go on And so I might as well write this for you Tell you the truth as I see it be it As best I can embody and free it Live all I can when I can such as I Am then by seeing it through till I die Then to go on when the going is gone My hair got all white but that was all right Because I wondered how I could be me At all anyway yet here I am now To wonder and get it all right somehow When afternoon is evening then midnight Laughing last though in extremity Poor but proud as loud as I can be +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII