Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair