This times different time to get tough.
Deep within this neural crown,
Lays untold fathoms of memorises abound.
Spelling, reading, writing too,
Now we’ve a lot more than just a few.
They’d be hundreds of courses complete,
thousands of smiles of a job that went sweet.
Millions of cells that have left my noggin,
and millions more from the exercise trodden.
Races I’ve ran and the music I played,
The songs that I’ve sung and the strays I’ve relayed.
The equipment I’ve saved from the garbage heap,
and even more miles that I owe my feet.
The charts the code,
the systems I’ve built,
some of them today
would’ve been worth a tweet.
But when the juices are flowing and it’s taxing my brain,
I’ve still not found that my personality refrain.
She’ll be right,
go with the flow,
leave it to God,
surely, he’ll know.
But then again,
you set me up,
with another diversion,
another tea cup.
And as sit
and contemplate,
my arse cries out
please extricate.
In a completely diagonal tact,
I’ll include this here she’s right on fact.