I can accept the wrinkles
The graying of the hair
The balding spot that sits on top
The memory that goes no where

The groans I make as I start my day
Before the aches and pains subside
Yes I can accept all this and more
As just another part of life

What I can't accept is the simple fact
I'll soon leave all this behind
As I take that final wisp of breath
Rolling over to the other side

Leaving those to which I've grown close
Through the laughter, trials, and tears
As we've held each other steady
After all these many years

The closer I get to deaths edge
The more on life I ponder
Yes most of this I can accept
In one form or another

But leaving behind the ones I love
I sometimes have to wonder...

We were at one time considered the innocent
Can Captain Kangaroo tell me where the innocence went

When apple pies and all that's nice were specially baked by Mom
At what point in our lifetime did it all go wrong

Was it when they told us to hide underneath our desks
And then for added measure to cover up our heads

We were told the Russians would surely be the ones
To be the first among us to drop the lethal bomb

My friend Jimmy's Dad that lived next door to me
Had a shelter in his back yard just for his family

Filled it up with high hopes and their American dreams
From RC Cola to Cheerios to cans of fresh sardines

While the movie stars in Hollywood kept us entertained
With Gene Kelly and his dancing girls singing in the rain

They did a wonderful job keeping our minds from off the ledge
So we didn't all at the same time tumble over the edge

While our so called leaders made their back room deals
Whoever it is out of them all that had the strongest will

Would be called the victor and come out on top
Before it is the innocent child saw the big on drop

As I sit and ponder this I find it rather strange
That after all these 50 years not much has really changed

I'm looking for a Christmas miracle
This year like no other
That we will see each and every need
And reach out to one another

That every woman and man throughout the land
Will set aside their differences
And shut their mouths long enough to find out
More is learned from the art of listening

That we hold out our hands to whomever we can
No matter race, creed, or color
Hoping to find the value in life
All of us being sisters and brothers

May we open our eyes and ears to the cries
Of the ones that truly need us
Learn it's best to give than take what others have
A righteous step in the direction of freedom

This year I'm looking for a Christmas miracle
One that will last us a lifetime
Where we see the real reason for this joyous season
Gods love through his son poured out over mankind

i only bring this up
the summer to remember
young and tinder love
now a cold december

what is there left to say
we had our way about us
now still to this day
i still think about us

we went our separate ways
you moved onto forever
where in the past i stayed
writing unmailed love letters

that were never meant
to make it out your way
i just sit about
read and write them everyday

i only bring this up
the summer to remember
young and tinder love
now a cold december

I sometimes wonder what would happen
If I took a box of colorful crayons
Out back into the garden
And into rows I plant them

Would some grow into rainbows
For all the unloved kids
Who have not had happiness
Shown unto their little eye lids

While others grow into colorful things
Of pinks and blues, yellows and greens
That fill those kids heads up with dreams
Like cotton candy, waterfalls, puppy dogs, and parties

But alas some kids will never know
Of brightly colored festive parades
Without their colorful seedling boxes
Being nourished in magical escapades

So I'll take from the crayons crop
Bring them into town and hand them out
To all the kids that have never known
The beauty that colorful crayons can grow

For in the rainbow's loving care
Kids everywhere will be happy to share
Crayon colors spread all about
A cavalcade of joyfulness that will forever ring out

He's a cowboy in Connecticut
All Southern drawl and wide tooth grin
No matter how he tries it ain't no lie
The boy just don't fit in

He wears his Stetson hat, Alligator boots
Jingle Jangle Spurs with stylish Chaps
He dresses the part this cowboy work of art
Draws attention wherever he's at

He loves his Karaoke
Always requests a yodel song
When he's up on the stage folks don't know what to say
As he asks them all to sing along

You may wonder why he's not in Texas
He prefers it brisk and cold
Since he was born and raised among the Northern crazed
But it's the cowboy life that stole his soul

He has no cowhand to help with roundups
Local Yocals wouldn't dare be seen with him
He rides and ropes on his bike cats and dogs at night
With no horse or cattle to his name

Cause he's a cowboy in Connecticut
All Southern drawl and wide tooth grin
Where no matter how he tries it ain't no lie
The boy just don't fit in

The world today is a massive stage
We're all two-bit actors with parts to play
Some better than others along the way
I see an Oscar in your future but not today

Some people act like they don't have enough
And they could better pretend if they had more stuff
With talent out the window they rely on luck
But if luck is all you've got you'll never have enough

Some act like they're on permanent holiday
Party all night and sleep all day
Don't take any advice that comes their way
You'll never get that Oscar if you act that way

While some are naturally born to play the lead
Others suffer daily to even be seen
In the part that they play in their B-movies
Where before the end credits roll the crowds up and leave

And those that do play the lead
Always seem to be envied
But do we really see what it is they see
And don't we all have the same basic needs

With so many actors out there you've got to stay on top
Play your part with all your heart give it all you've got
People are always watching whether you know it or not
Life's light is always shining, you just need to stand in its spot

As daily we take to this worlds massive stage
Playing with all of our hearts the parts that we play
Some better than others along the way
Where that Oscar is looming but not today

When Death comes to claim me as his latest victim
When he comes to take me by the hand
I just pray it won't be while I'm sleeping
He needs to come and face me like a man

Maybe while I'm standing on the train tracks
Or on the beach staring down a tidal wave
On a plane that's going down two miles up above the ground
Giving me time to review the decisions I have made

Not saying I'm looking forward to his coming
And I certainly would cheat him if I could
Don't get the notion in your head I'm looking forward to my death
I want to make that perfectly understood

I still prefer to go out in a blaze of glory
Perhaps a fiery crash out on the interstate
Where it is that I can see Death as he comes for me
Don't want to be surprised by this blind date

So when Death comes to claim me as his latest victim
When he comes around to take me to the dance
I just pray it won't be while I'm sleeping
He needs to come and face me like a man

I start chugging Red Bull
From the moment I get up
Popping B12 vitamins
Like they were candy drops

Chase it down with Mountain Dew
Love the way it sparkles green
Also doesn't hurt to have
A little caffeine in between

After my mid-morning snack
Of chocolate covered coffee beans
And after the unfortunate incident
With that screaming elevator scene

I head off to Starbucks
Where it is that I do lunch
You know it doesn't hurt to have
A little afternoon pick me up

I head back to the office
Where we have our last meeting
But not before I get into
One more screaming elevator scene

When I finally do get home
And the cat jumps in my lap
We snooze in my recliner
Cause we both love to relax

This is a poem
You can digest with ease
Low on the sodium
Less calories
High in the fiber
Plus gluten free
As your mind
On this poem feeds

This diet poem
Won't add extra weight
Or make you regret
Mistakes you have made
While filling your mind
Or stuffing your face
A great midnight snack
This poem will make

This is a poem
That is saccharine sweet
A satisfiing writing
Tasty in treat
You can feel the pounds melt
On your way to lean
As this diet poem
You sit down to read

I've always wanted to write a drinking song
But my drinking days they are long gone
My favorite saying was...
I'll turn one up before I turn one down
But only if you buy the next ten rounds

Beer, beer, whiskey, & beer
They were the friends that I held dear
Apparently I was too drunk to see
The day they turned their back on me

In a drinking game that I was playing
Can't remember the name cause they're all the same
Forgot who I was and from where I came
But isn't that the point of a drinking game

Wine, wine, Mad dog, & Ripple
I drank so much that it made me simple
Was I a fall down drunk, well maybe so
But only at the bar when I would let go

Beer, beer, whiskey, & beer
They were the friends that I held dear
Wine, wine, Mad dog, & Ripple
*I drank so much that it made me simple

You've heard of the children of the corn
This my friend is much scarier than that
Here to make sure you eat all your vegetables
Adults of the Asparagus

Set in a quaint New England town
Could be in any novel by Stephen King
Making sure both the young and the old
Eat their veggies raw, sauteed, or steamed

They'll make you sit by yourself at the table
With the dog behind the door when they lock it
Before you leave the table they'll frisk you
And have you empty out all of your pockets

You will shudder with butter on the side
Salting to taste if you must
Making sure you eat every last bite
Adults of the Asparagus

You've heard of the children of the corn
This my friend is much scarier than that
Here to make sure you eat all your vegetables
Adults of the Asparagus

Set in a quaint New England town
Could be in any novel by Stephen King
Making sure both the young and the old
Eat their veggies raw, sauteed, or steamed

They'll make you sit by yourself at the table
With the dog behind the door when they lock it
Before you leave the table they'll frisk you
And have you empty out all of your pockets

You will shudder with butter on the side
Salting to taste if you must
Making sure you eat every last bite
Adults of the Asparagus

Never will you get there
If you stay down on the floor
Life will get you nowhere
If you don't open up the door

Never have I been much
On giving out advice
But listen to what I'm saying
Cause what I'm sayings right

You'll never amount to nothing
If you don't stand up for a cause
Your nothing will always be something
That forever will be lost

Never have I been much
On telling wrong from right
But I can guarantee the wrong
If you don't take this advice

There should never be an option
But to always tell the truth
If you stand up for it
It'll always stand up for you

That's about all I have to say
Unless you need to hear it twice
Then start back over at the top
And jot down this advice

I have a face in mind
I think would suit me
The perfect one that
I'd like to see

If I think long and hard
This face I believe
Would form itself
Mysteriously

Then I'd take my new face
All over town
Using it in different ways
Different smiles, different frowns

Soon people would recognize
The new face that I wore
Out at the shopping mall
Inside the grocery store

A face so exciting
People would hang out with me
No longer the boring one
My old face used to be

This new face in mind
I know would suit me
Make me more exciting
Fit me to a "Tee"

This here's a tale
of the left and the right
Who met in the middle
and had a big fight
The other sides wrong
in the things that they like
The lines have been drawn
and we've all chosen sides

They're dragging us down
we're heading straight South
We no longer need watches
with time running out
Where you might ask
my friend we're hell bound
So hang on tight kiddies
cause it's happening now

We held out our hands
turns out that they bite
As darkness moves in
consuming the light
We're naked in the open
with no where to hide
With

       Nothing

               Now

                     Left

                           Of

                              What

                                    Once

                                           Was

                                                Right

If I could just take back that moment
How many drift into that thought
Then I wouldn't be without
That which I have lost

Turn back the tick of time
Spin left heavy the hour hand
Then what I lost would still be mine
Stopping mid pour, time's grain of sand

If I could you know I would
But alas I can't
And with that said I know it's best
To leave it in God's hands

Here's a little something to make you feel good
A little ditty to brighten your day
A poem to let you know that your not alone
Come what will...Come what may

Here's a little invite to the morning
Something in which to start up your day
If you could RSVP that we can expect your company
Then we'll be on our way

Here's a little tune that we can hum to
In perfect harmony
Finding what's right in life, setting all else aside
Will be the song we sing

Here's a little moment to make it all happen
The perfect amount of right in the frame of mind
We'll find what we're hoping for, life's open door
As we step inside

To share that little something to make us feel good
To help send us all along our way
This simple poem to let us know, we are not alone
On this day we will call today

When did sanity
Abandon me

When did all she wrote
Move on down the road

When did all worth living for
Cut this child's umbilical cord

When did better luck next time
Find the grass greener on the other side

When did child's play
Take root in much to late

Who put the cap back on the Genie in the bottle
And when did shoulda, cuolda, woulda replace outta

When did the doors we have
Become securely latched

And the other side of the tracks
When did they become the best we ever had

My daddy passed away today
Though he died a long time ago
Brought a monkey back from Afghanistan
That killed our once happy home

There was horror in his eyes
Which really was no surprise
I hated what that monkey did
Every time he took a bite

My mommy died the day
My daddy passed away
Left an emptiness in all us kids
That will never fade away

Have to wonder what was going
Inside my daddy's head
What that monkey took away
And what the war behind him left

Of this once a happy home
It's hard to understand
The day my daddy went to war
And brought a monkey back from Afghanistan

I'm afraid to tell myself you left me
Afraid what will happen when I do
That I'll fall apart starting with my heart
When I finally tell myself the truth

That I never treated you the way I should
And through all this I'm the one to blame
Holding off as long as I can knowing I'm bound to break down
When what I fear I hear me say

We both know I've not been the strong one
Me always the one in need
Not sure what I will do when I finally blurt out the truth
Afraid to tell myself that you've left me

I've been out on the hunt
From the moment I heard the news
That you my friend are in need of a smile
Since yours has been used and abused

You've always had the sweetest of smiles
But when you continuously give it away
And it's not returned after awhile
It can really put a crimp on your day

So I'm out looking in every direction
To find you the best of all smiles
One you can wear on any occasion
A nice one that will last you awhile

I'll continue in my searching
For the perfect smile I'm hoping to find
But if you wouldn't mind in the mean time
My friend could I give you mine

After all these many years
It's only natural
For a fire to dim in flame
Doesn't mean it's going out
Or even for the ride
To shift to lower gears
Doesn't mean the love has died
After all these many years

After all these many years
There is still that loving spark
To keep the flame alive
As we're both still in this car
With the gear in drive
In the front seat side by side
Slowly as we steer
After all these many years

Take the leaf from out the table
The guests have all gone home
Just you and me if we are able
Once again to be alone

The emptiness that's in the silence
Grabs a hold our hearts
Wasn't it love we once relied on
Before alone came to play its part

Place the extra silverware after it's polished
Back inside the bottom drawer
We won't be needing it at all
For at least another year or more

The leftovers that we are left with
Is in not having much to say
About our missing wants and needs
With loneliness being the cutting blade

Make sure to put up all the chairs
Leaving an extra one behind
A seat where silence can sit and stare
At these lost and lonely lives

Take the leaf from out the table
The guests have all gone home
Just you and me if we are able
Once again to be alone

The emptiness that's in the silence
Grabs a hold our hearts
Wasn't it love we once relied on
Before alone came to play its part

Place the extra silverware after it's polished
Back inside the bottom drawer
We won't be needing it at all
For at least another year or more

The leftovers that we are left with
Is in not having much to say
About our missing wants and needs
With loneliness being the cutting blade

Make sure to put up all the chairs
Leaving an extra one behind
A seat where silence can sit and stare
At these lost and lonely lives

Well I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
It's awfully hard
To get used to this

All this grown up stuff
Being out to lunch
As they keep passing the plate
No thank you very much

Growing bounds and leaps
Pretty as you please
What's in front, behind
and beside of me

With a wrinkle here
And a wrinkle there
Along with balding spots
In my graying hair

And a belly Buddha
Would be proud of
Since I haven't missed
Many times at lunch

With a memory
That's hard to find
As this wandering mind
Gets lost at times

So if I had the chance
Just tell me when
Show me where
And I'd do it all again

I'm not sure you've heard of
But there's a girl out there named Purpose
For whom I have been searching
I hear that she's well worth it

When I find her I won't tarry
I'll ask her to marry
And without a second thought
A child for me she'll carry

We'll name the child ambition
Something I have been missing
I'll rock her to sleep at night
In the day make her my mission

From this day forward
Knowing full well to be worth it
Striving in my finding
For that girl named Purpose

Can you tell me a story
Can you make it happy
From the very beginning
Without any end

Can you include faeries
And unicorn ponies
And could you make everyone
The best of all friends

With sparkling fountains
And magical mountains
All the fantastical tales
That you can lend

With Kings and Queens
That rule by decree
That everyone's equal
In this fare land

Where joy makes its rounds
And lost children are found
Where love above all
Is the only thing spread

Can you tell me a story
And can you make it happy
From the very beginning
Without any end

I have this horse
As good as a horse can be
And I love that old horse
She's a good ole horse to me

I named her America
When she was young and in her prime
She was good stock and breed
America stood twenty hands high

My horse America
Won all the races she did run
There was no stopping her
First out of the gate with the starting gun

My once proud America
Stood tall in liberty and life
But now I'm afraid she is getting
Old and of feeble mind

She no longer knows which way to go
No longer knows her left from right
I know this has been a long time going on
Though it seems to have happened over night

Not sure what it is that I should do
She's been too good to put her down
Plus she might get over this
She might just come around

She's always been out there running
Free and brave along the plains
And I do believe that kind of freedom
Will win out for America in the end

you keep running a losing race
with the white horse that gallops
inside of your veins

continually placing bets
but how long you'll last
is anyone guess

all the running you choose to do
out of the starting gate daily
is with needle and spoon

with those in the stands looking on
watching you on this muddy track
before your window is closed

running with your pack
of what started out
as all thoroughbreds

numb to the junk in the future you face
as the white horse in your veins
continues this losing race

all bug-eyed and blank stared
i see you too have been there
around people that don't care
it's something we all share

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame...

we've all seen the good old days
torn from our past page
where no one thought to save
haphazardly tossed away

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame...

where love was once alive
stood strong by our side
turns out it's not so kind
didn't it once shine

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame...

took a book from off the shelf
always in search of help
the deeper we delve
it's all about self

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame...

ain't it a wonder the piles we heap
ain't it a pity most do not see
ain't it a shame we have such needs
making us our own worst enemy

ain't it a wonder...
ain't it a pity...
ain't it a shame

Please allow me to explain
Exactly what I'm saying
There's a drain on my brain
That loves misbehaving

When my memory
Escapes the best of me
Up and runs away
Ain't that a pity, ain’t that a shame

The older it is that I get
The more it seems to skip
Right in mid-sentence
Jumps off this ever-sinking ship

Takes a giant leap
Into the not so deep
Without a thing to say
Ain't that a pity, ain’t that a shame

Most every day these days
Decides to show up late
Without the proper utensils
Which should be a piece of cake

With no way to spread the icing
My thoughts are less than enticing
I'm afraid I'm beyond baked
Ain't that a pity, ain’t that a shame

this town knows by now
i ain't too proud to beg
when there ain't nothing left
of the life that you once had

from the tractors to the trailers
from my daddy's passed down farm
and you know those crooked bankers
they see nothing wrong

when a man finds himself
a few payments behind
next thing you know
he's standing in the bread line

with the kids holding his left hand
and the wife holding his right
this ain't the way i pictured it
my later lot in life

watching t.v. on the whitewashed wall
as the lying politicians proclaim
everything is running smoothly
and the economy is going great

maybe they should step out
of the bubble they're living in
unless they've heard the rumors
of a mass lynching

while they're at those fancy dinners
i'm standing in this line
with this empty sinking feeling
over the bitter taste of swallowed pride

when i first heard the saying
ain't too proud to beg
i had no idea years later
this would all land in my lap

I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs
Are packed away in a lock box
Somewhere in New York City
Under golden key and lock

I can't help but wonder
About what it is he sees
Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box
For all of eternity

Do they pull them out and dust them off
Every now and then
Let them look around without a sound
A wink without a grin

Are they kept inside a pickle jar
Or do they roll around freely
These are a few of the questions
That keep confounding me

Do they MC square as they sit there and stare
Do they soak them in Visine
They must dry out rather quickly
With no way to possibly blink

Why would they save Albert's eyeballs
What could they possibly find
Unless they just love the color
Of the brown tint in his eyes

There's a love hate relationship
Between you and alcohol
You love the feeling you get from it
But hate its constant calls

It's become a daily battle
This long drawn out desire
When you say no way will I drink today
And again it makes you out the liar

It all started out so simple
Having social drinks with friends
Where the only time you drew that line
Would be on the weekends

But stress comes along in many forms
As you find sips take off the edge
Soon enough though it won't leave you alone
A little secret the bottle seems to have kept

And this battle you are fighting
Some days afraid that you might win
Where there is no denying
Deep down inside you'll miss your friend

Where there's a love hate relationship
Between you and alcohol
You love the feeling you get from it
But hate the way it too often calls

When the moon forces night
               I'm knocked down to my knees
Memory fading from sight
               Promises I'll never keep
I go and do it again
               Order round after round
Might as well be a gun in my hand
               Deadly shots with no sound
As the snake in the pit
               Takes a bite out of me
I am chewing my lip
               So much wanting to scream
Falling off of the cliff
               Cause my ledge is to weak
Craziness must admit
               Taking the best out of me
Sunlight makes it's first peak
               Over the waters edge
In the gutter I sleep
               I have made my own bed
In which I now lie
               If only I were able
To give up and die
               On this, my torture table
The snake in the pit
               Will not let go of me
I try to shoot from the hip
               To try and bring some relief
I stare at the cliff where I fell
               The climb is to steep
Alcohol has a mighty grip
               That brings me no peace

When the moon forces night
               *I'm knocked down to my knees
Memory fading from sight
               Promises I'll never keep
I go and do it again
               Order round after round
Might as well be a gun in my hand
               Deadly shots with no sound
As the snake in the pit
               Takes a bite out of me
I am chewing my lip
               So much wanting to scream
Falling off of the cliff
               Cause my ledge is to weak
Craziness must admit
               Taking the best out of me
Sunlight makes it's first peak
               Over the waters edge
In the gutter I sleep
               I have made my own bed
In which I now lie
               If only I were able
To give up and die
               On this, my torture table
The snake in the pit
               Will not let go of me
I try to shoot from the hip
               To try and bring some relief
I stare at the cliff where I fell
               The climb is to steep
Alcohol has a mighty grip
               *That brings me no peace

When the moon forces night

I'm knocked down to my knees

Memory fading from sight

Promises I'll never keep

I go and do it again

Order round after round

Might as well be a gun in my hand

Deadly shots with no sound

As the snake in the pit

Takes a bite out of me

I am chewing my lip

So much wanting to scream

Falling off of the cliff

Cause my ledge is too weak

Craziness must admit

Taking the best out of me

Sunlight makes it's first peak

Over the waters edge

In the gutter I sleep

I have made my own bed

In which I now lie

If only I were able

To give up and die

On this, my torture table

The snake in the pit

Will not let go of me

I try and shoot from the hip

To try and bring some relief

I stare at the cliff where I fell

The climb is too steep

Alcohol has a mighty grip

That brings me no peace

I'm going to make it my goal
to write a poem
Of all my leftovers
I have laying around
Take out my pen
like a butter knife
Spread it as thick
or as thin as I like

I'll take a tad bit from here
a tid bit from there
Something new I might add
to give it some flair
I have more than enough
to fill up a page
What I don't rhyme out in time
I'll end up giving away

Cause leftovers don't last
to long by themselves
If they don't soon go to poem
then they sit and get stale
So I'll do what I can
to give them a home
And place them all in
a leftover poem

I just received a letter of warning
From the people of PETA no doubt
Informing me they've seen my new picture
I think the chicken must have ratted me out

Well you can rest cause I can assure you
In the picture no poultry was harmed
And the chicken also was taken
From a free range organic natural farm

The letter held all the usual jargon
About lawyers and lawsuits and such
It's not like the chicken was wasted
After filming I had her over for lunch

So let me tell all you people at PETA
Don't get your ******* all up in a ***
Right after my head she laid, I supplied the Preparation H
Then carried her gently to the chopping block

She was at the height of the women's liberation dear
But not the kind that you might think about
She was never scared at what women too often fear
Said yes when a man would ask her out

Never took full advantage of her attitude
Her smile was always genuine
Left alone the expensive grub on the menu
Always lived and loved the best in life

She was liberated of all the cares
That seem to drag most women off
Take all the time you want to stop and stare
She didn't care what other people thought

Never really worried about her weight
Or the style of clothes that she had on
Knew that really wasn't how she was made
No that wasn't how she was made at all

Sugar and spice and all that's nice was fine by her
With a touch of sour if you rubbed her wrong
Though on a dime she could turn with a kind word
For a poor soul who didn't play along

She was liberated of all the cares
That seem to drag most women off
Knew that attitude would get her nowhere
So she didn't care what other people thought

This world has been invaded by aliens
Though there's really no need to show fear
They've been living for years now among us
You'd be surprised at how very near

They're everywhere in our daily activities
In fact you wont believe what they've seen
By now they know us as well as we know ourselves
Try not to let "that" give you the creeps

I can't think of a place where their not sitting
Watching our most intimate moves
They've probably seen movements by our President
Which wouldn't make for good nightly news

They've found out they can't breath in our climate
After all these years they've left their suits on
That poses a bit of a problem
Cause that's exactly where they went wrong

It's all in the design of their equipment
On their planet they just couldn't tell
That their spacesuits look a lot like our toilets
Which hasn't gone over so well...

I sometimes think about the if only
And dream about the what might have been
What does that all show me
Am I not happy with the place I'm in

All those years of reckless living
Would I have lived them any differently
They say hindsight is 20/20'
Is that why I can't see what's in front of me

I'm trying hard for the here and now
To live what's past is past
To count each and every blessing
Being thankful for everything I have

Why is man never satisfied
Why is he always wanting more
Not happy with his lot in life
Looking for the bigger score

Today is going to be one of those days
When my ship comes in
I will stand right where I'm at and say
I am where I should have been