Don'T Let Life, Suck The Marrow, From Your Bones. Poem by Michael Gale

Read on, read on, real loud and true...
Read on for the thought, that is really
you.

Search real hard, for that lovely meaning...
Keep on looking, for a lively weening?

Bring on the most yearned kiss, of death itself....
Put your life on hold, and placed, way back, afar,
upon that shelf.

Why care, about, what others think? ...
You, should know, that you or your life,
does not stink.

One, day, soon, you'll be great...
Before they can blink an eye, or see crooked,
not straight.

No one, will, know how great, that, you'll be...
You'll, not be, some-one's, want-to-be.

Get on, in your life...
Don't get, and keep being,
mad and angry, at your wife.