We all know something, poor man, rich man or king. Nothing from nothing leaves nothing, unless you're about something.

Hold on hard to your know,
and my friend never let it go.
Hold on hard to your glow,
and my friend it will always show.
Through good and bad times it will grow,
because basically we reap what we sew.
Come rain or come shine,
you'll make out just fine.

As long as there are no fatalities,
or other serious technicalities,
hold on tight to your possibilities.
Forsaking your hostilities,
bringing to life your probabilities.
Grip what you know like there is no tomorrow,
fly like the eagle and not the sparrow.

Crashing time will come sooner or later,
but you'll feel the power of not being
your own self hater.
Let someone else throw the monkey wrench,
that finally put you on the bench,
or ended your life within an inch.
Rest assured in your own mind,
that to yourself you've been very kind.

One monkey don't stop no show,
so let the negativity go.
Or you'll be the one eating the banana,
trying to stay off the zoos day planner.
Sitting in a big cage you'll finally be,
for all the spectators to come and see.

OnepoetGem