Poetry is like "Country Music" some times,
Lost my dog, my wife, my under-ware,
Come on, feel the life that is set before you please.
Feel the minutes ticking by with ease,
Don't sit and wallow in what has already past,
Put your mind to a new way of thinking and make it fast.
Life is too short to hover in sorrow,
move to a happy place, no time to barrow.
It comes down to this and maybe I'm wrong,
Why leave life up to an old country song.