With one of those, I write it out again,
A little prayer, a little Zen,
A little new, a little old,
A little up, a little bold,
But not through usual means.
I find peace in rain, in games and books,
And all those little picky sooks,
Although Christmas is once a year,
I hold angels, Christ, and IT near,
And though it may not be imperfect when,
I do it or perfect, when is then –
A little boy that I once was,
Doubled, tripled, and used his sign,
And yet I know that’s a good line,
To say what can I do for you or him or her,
But tu take a moment and concur,
That life is such a fleeting song,
Whether right or whether wrong,
And broken though maybe I can be,
Maybe this is
Me
Clear & Precise Resumes 