To touch the inner depths of me, play songs
upon piano, love my little ones,
and honor justice. Right as many wrongs
as time allows. And o, before it runs
away, be sure to use up time so well
that when the sounding of that final bell
chimes, you’ll have not a single small regret.
Your bank will empty, but you’ll have no debt.
September 26, 2012 at 7:38 am
Love this and always like this form.