You woke me, and my satyr roared to life
    you went away, and again, strife.

I began to now myself in newer ways
     to begin again, as new.

Then you came back to me,
    a freind, who lights passion in me anew.

Senesence becomes rebirth;
    my senses heightened to the fragrance of my mother: Earth.

The skill of my hands, your aphrodisiac.
     my commoners knowledge the attraction

The once felt shame of being common;
       now a cause for celebration!

Thank you Great Spirit, God, Pain bearer, Earth maker.
      for making me common, blue collar, ordinary.

For the joy, the pain, the euphoria
       For giving me the excitement of expectation!

There will still be pain, longing, hurt,
followed by joy, and realization,

That life is never over, until it's done:
I love this world.  I am it's son.