Nobody looks forward to going
To the dentist. They are afraid
The dentist will find cavities
And have to numb their gums
And drill their tooth and hear
That high pitched drill that
Makes you grip the armrest
For dear life. After it’s over
Your jaw is so numb you can
Hardly talk. And you leave
The office thinking never
Again.
Days flow by like
The tides in the
Ocean.
What we do with
Our days are what
We are and is the
Legacy we leave.
As soon as we are hatched out
Of our eggs and leave the nest
We get our wings and learn
How to fly
First we take short trips that
Scare us and tire us
But our curiosity and desire
To see what is out there
Urges us to soar to the heights
And look down at the world
We live in
Wordman of Alcatraz 