Many times I thought
life would accept me
Time comes and goes
with no message of success
I stand on the corner
waiting for that bag of cash
Or the knock on the door
with the person with a large check
I know the problem
I left no forwarding address
I'll attend to it sometime
Right now I must sleep;
Boy it was a busy day
waiting for my welfare check
Oh!and waiting for you know who
but, I forgot to go to the Post office
Oh. well there is always tomorrow
Fifty years have gone and past
you know who never came
I finally dies optimistically
in a procrastinator's life
Life is like a football game
to get anywhere you have to get your bruises.
W/By Guy Dan Schuyler
C/W 27 April 1999
Edited 1 December 2010