A first drink or a first date
Can be first love or likewise hate.
A first kiss or first fight
Are blackness deep and endless light.
A first dance as man and wife
Will give you joy for all your life
Unless man/man or woman/woman you’re.
Then you’ll complain about this poem for sure.
I’m grateful for my blessings.
I’m thankful for my friends.
My family’s a wellspring
Through which all my trouble ends.
I’ve so much joy I’ll lend it out
To those who need to borrow,
But I won’t express my gratitude;
I’m saving it for tomorrow.
There comes a time,
From time to time,
When time passes too quickly.
Through times of joys
For girls and boys,
But not times that are sickly.
So I ask time
Just one more time
“Must you fly when we’re having fun?”
And in a timely way
Time did say
“I don’t if your joy’s never done.”