Oh Roger, Roger

 You are such an artful dodger

Sometimes, an irresponsible little codger

Forgiveness begged for, how many times more?

When are you

Going to pick yourself up off the floor?

Always trying to make everyone feel better

Playing the part of the jester,

Always witty and

So pithy

But Roger, the ‘healing’ comes from within!

Examine you heart and your head

You have a beautiful young daughter

Who needs to be led

Time is running out!  Are you going to do

What needs to be done before it’s too late?

Or are you going to leave her alone

To deal with her own fate?

Where are you going to be in her hour of need?

Who is going to help her to read?

When you are ‘high’ up on that cloud

That you call ‘speed’