memo.

Drops of rain are god's music,

Terrible to think how much he has to use it,

With everyone unhappy to be,

Free to chose or receive.

A thousand tear drops covered up,

Degrees and experience can’t beat luck,

When you’re penniless and broken,

And hoping some says “Hello:”

“But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then” ( sample of Jim Croce.)

Mallrats and Beach bums,

Forget tomorrow we are having fun,

But tomorrow has come,

And there is nothing to show for it.

Maybe a box of  pictures and letters,

Inane scribbling to about whether,

What we do to survive,

Is it

worth selling our pride.

“But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then” ( sample of Jim Croce.)