This frown I’ve carried, this frown I’m married to, a sullen turn for another shade of blue. A canter, a dash, a race to the finish line, a banter within, I flash without, I pace toward the boring end. To live this life without death is no life at all, Up and up the blue sky I climb, higher and higher it is my time, My wings fade, down I fall, Oh, just go ahead and fetch me another pail of, ‘I still have time to die!’ ~Kevin Wordsmith Writer~