Well
It's true,
we'll be crawling
Into
twenty-twenty two
and that's if
we're lucky.

pick a card if you're a bard and
write some poetry,

he spins the wheel
because he's a rebel.

At sixteen,
  I knew the beauty of life,
      poor, hungry, but full of affection and tenderness,
I never suffered nor cried; until I met you.
you taught me love,
     pain, sadness, tears,
         when you left
             I learned of longing. . .
take me back to sixteen, b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶. . .

Happy thoughts are to sunshine as teardrops are to rain, someone better tell Noah to build another ark, before my world gets flooded