Vision Box

happy times are here amung us all we have to have life snappy and right now through life we all wait for our last bow we read and write of what we feel at a given time the poor are rich spending someone elses dime for this moment the first are first last are last harass the poor now and you rich will be in contrast at the gates above white in beuty is are the kind and humble like a dove my God knows the heart of men here in this place. in the face of grace i won't shed a tear even though my time is drawing near. it's clear like black and white how to have a good fight find the one you love and hold them tight sight of a bad world drives the innocent mad the innocent are few left it's so sad where do we go from the bottom of the heap this life is broken to the true and cheap to the few our days are sort and time is coming for poets to write and ramble we roll the dice at a gamble of time madness makes us ryhme this is our last breath last moment in time