From the first day of breath,
life begins an exit path.
On my way out of this place,
I've managed to smile in face.
Not all a happy smile showing,
moreso a coping smile knowing,
have some fun while going!

Aging in years getting old,
good to find some words,
story be told.
Actually hate long story telling,
poems are more appealing.
On the way out words wrote,
some may puzzle still float.

Money isn't my goal reaching,
ones a fool no gold teaching.
Words cherry life till erased,
after death still in poem cased.
Going out riding words here,
just a part of my dare cheer.

G