i want to eat

but how do i compete

when i can't delete

the problems that defeat

my attempts to drive through the sleet

when the rain started falling, i slid off the street

and tried really hard to meet

girls so sweet

but like my mother you're too neat

for your own good so now i treat

myself by visiting neighborhoods like Mister Rogers and Sesame Street

to find my inner child in hopes to repeat

with you a game of football, but without using cleats

i'm baring my soul so you can see my heartbeat

for yourself



love,

howard