I know, I know, rhyming poetry is lame, Couldn’t help it…
I’ve felt the fire and walked long in the rain
Heard the loudest thunder, and I’ve seen insane.
Been to the mountain and back down again
Run up the steepest hills that seemed to have no end
But then coasted down ‘em my back to the the wind.
I know the deepest love, and I know the highest pain
I’ve been the best and I’ve been the bane.
Shared my honey while on the gravy train
Been beat by many and I’ve beat the same
Lost with odds in my favor an’ sometimes won the game.
I’ve said here I stand and I’ve said I will change
Almost around the world and home again.
I’ve thought I was wise and I’ve known I was lame
Looked out my window across a wild free range
Then caught in traps, like so much trappers game.
My lessons learned are my lessons plain
Black is white, white shines through his name
What it is I couldn’t say
But you can stand on the sidelines or you can play
Just kiss each new moment, and hug tight to each new day.