“Stairs, like life, take you up, and down” Gun Roswell
Up an down
Sometimes going up, really fast, two steps at the time
Feeling so light and fine, face plastered with a smile
Other times, slumping down, hardly one step, with shaky legs
And a large, and topping that, a distorted, saggy frown
“Old school, for sure, but still, looking quite cool” Gun Roswell
Fifties car
Driving around, on these, modern streets
This old girl of a vehicle, quite polished and very neat
On the front and back, there may be only one seat
But that’s OK, because everyone, will still fit
“I may be old, but I am still useful” Gun Roswell
Still useful
Old and crooked, wrinkled and busted
Weathered, and certainly not functioning like I’m supposed to have lasted
But a fresh coat of paint, a few pretty flowers from the bench
And voila, I am serving a new purpose
Out here, for everyone’s enjoyment
“I prefer the darkness, but I love the light” Gun Roswell
Shady side of me
Sometimes the brightness gets too much
My skin aching from a ray of lights touch
Running for a cover, anywhere to stay, to simply, get away
Finally, finding, my preferred place, in the darkened, cooling, shade
“It’s not always a sign of a saint” Gun Roswell
Halos on discount
I may be wearing a halo, at least some days when I am feeling low
Thinking of all the good deeds done in my past, but this feeling will not long last
I am sinking so fast, my crown of of a halo
Soon will be the only thing surviving the blast
But the waters soon will calm down
And on the surface floats, my well earned halo crown
“Hiding my other side, the dark side of me, always” Gun Roswell
Half of me seen
I like to hide, the other side, of me
The one, never, ever facing the sun
This side, has never been exposed
Never have been observed up close
And it will remain on the dark side
Until, the end of time
“It is so blinding, I need shades” Gun Roswell
Blinding
Light, bright light!
Yet, so perfect and fine
All I want to do, is to bask, under it, all the time
But alas, blinding it is
Luckily, I got shades on me!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 