Love or whatever takes flight,

no matter how hard we try,

sometimes we can't make it right.

It may become a hassle,

one we have to wrestle.

The harder we try,

the more we ask why.

All my life I've tried to live right,

away went the day,

in came the night.

So I grabbed my flashlight,

before I could see what was ahead,

the light ended up dead,

in came the dark instead.

I found myself going in circles,

ending up right back where I started,

almost joining the dearly departed.

Things haven't changed much,

other than the fact of,

my behind being in touch.

Give me a slap,

I'm use to the crap,

I have no problem taking my nap.

OnepoetGem