I've found something at the end of my run,
It's never too late to get something done.
Life is a hazardous, hard one-way street,
Better to live worthy than with conceit.
Matters not a whit what paths you will take,
Even if sometime you must put on the brakes.
Believe in you; never too late for change,
You can be who you are, even be strange.
During my years here on earth I have found,
You're your own worst enemy pound for pound.
But I know this and I know it so well,
You can be happy even in a cell.
Bars, real and imagined, keep you confined,
The trick is how you deal with it in your mind.
It's never too late to be who you want,
A scholar or a trashman from Vermont.
My life has come full circle, this I know,
Been down so deep; a character of Poe's.
I have flaunted life almost every time,
At times that mountain seemed too hard to climb.
I tell you this; you don't have to stay down,
Happiness is winning the Triple Crown.
But it's up to you, and lots of luck too,
But don't wait on luck for what you are due.
Look to yourself, find the grit and commence,
Whether love, inner peace, or picket fence,
You can be exceptional, I know you can,
You just have to stay with your own game plan.
ŠJuly 13, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton
~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~