If I could read the future
There are days I would stop
this globe from spinning
Remove the bad days
Keep only the days of winning
Running with the winning touchdown
Dropping the pass and the tears
The stock market goes up and joy
Comes down from some managing ploy
Happiness and the pain of crying
Youth, middle age and prepare for dying
But I can only prepare for the future
No way have I to stop the spinning globe
What happens is what I make of it
Rolling with the heartache part of the pain
Who knows what today will bring for me
You expect this poem to have some meaning
A day begins in sunshine and ends in falling rain
All in between is not for me to explain