Morning Fresh Baked Bread

Anyone can act Pretend to be something Or someone else But only a chosen few Can play themselves In any company Or situation It's even more precious Than rude health And can't be bought with wealth He is the righteous King In the presence of the foolish Who waste there time On vinegar and wine In the grand design Of all that exists He doesn't want what he is told should be missed His weary head sleeps aloft A pillow of freshly woven cloth Cupid has kissed With feather quill While the Roses dance Inside a petal meant for March Underneath the mural art Of butterfly and fire and soothing waves That motion towards the shale sand Accompanied by Cathedral Strings and Brass Bands Struck by light the quarter moon at night awaken Like early morning bread mother baked To accompany your milk and corn flakes Before 1st class at Sunday School If 1 can find peace In one's self The meaning of life Is surely a long and happy 1