Found Success

Found Success Who cares when we were right or wrong So what should we call this neat new song? How I had been so embarrassed in Paris Or apart just how fat can this tare us. Suggestions keep coming in here and there So what should be done to further compare Each poem that to you I recently provided Could become belligerent when I confided. Many times continued trying to pick a name Suddenly to me a majestic answer came With God we constantly need His consent When we want someone to run for President. With audacity went for ride down autobahn And name Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Repeatedly popped into my monstrous head We all eventually die and then end up dead. By God, I always have been gladly greeted Who thanked me for how and way I treated My spewing guitar and song in the making Much practice and patience should be taking. It was on God who I have relied and relied When with comfort in heaven want to abide As independent for President you must run Forget about bad things other parties have done. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet