I wanted to write you a verse or two before this century is laid to rest. “I have come a long way since whatever” it’s true, but enough about me this moments for you.
I’ve written a page about a mile long ranting and raving about what has been done but all the while your wishes were ignored and we were wishing for an explanation. What have we been wishing for?
All was not in vain, just like dancing in the rain, all was not in pain, in the sunshine feel no shame.