1954…
In nineteen and fifty four,
My mother did open her door,
Out I did pop, to a world at war,
And since there has been little peace…
Not for I, nor my parents,
Has peace been apparent,
In my childhood I was much errant,
As I grew, I became much more aberrant,
But it did seem to some that I was just so transparent…
An adult I am in size,
At heart the kid in me still plays,
I love to get out and walk in the suns rays,
I like to be liked; I love to be shoved,
By Rufuz into the snow drifts,
And I like at times to even get to see my beloved…
I have to work, unfortunately, but for me it is better,
If I were to sit at home and be blue, I would not be a go-getter,
I do however at times, remember the good times and the bad,
Both of which can during those times help to make me feel sad…
So as we grow older,
We seem to grow bolder,
Said before I realize,
Nothing here for you to idealize…
In nineteen and fifty-four,
My mom. she did SHOVE me out her door…!
© ed ~ 2/2/05
Allen
Love Tinka
Now, add all those numbers together, then divide that number by 27, multiply it by 15, subtract 62, and add 3,333 - amazing!