• A length of Time is Past and now I’m young.
    My Life is on the verge of Better days;
    The Dreams aloft foreshadow Dreams to come.
    Indeed, I never sang a better tune
    Than songs of Energy inside my lungs.
    The World will hear my seven-chiming Clock
    As just I look toward the Rising sun
    In now the Springy-Summer month of June.
    With Apprehension deep I seek advice
    To blaze a Path no man has ever trod-
    To designate the Proper horse to ride-
    From relics that cannot Proceed for me.
    A Man am now who Thinks and one who Does;
    So Call Me Better Than Before I was.