My Life, Summarized in Poem

... Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.

Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don't

Because, sometimes, you won't

I'm sorry to say so

but, sadly, its true

that Bang-ups

and Hang-ups

can happen to you.

You can get all hung up

in a prickle-ly perch.

And your gang will fly on.

You'll be left n a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch

with an unpleasant bump.

And the chances are, then,

that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,

you're not in for much fun.

Un-slumping yourself

is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.

Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked...

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...

or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?

Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,

for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused

that you'll start in to race

down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,

headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The waiting place...for people just waiting

Waiting for a train to go

or a bus to come, or the snow to snow,

or waiting for their hair to grow

Everyone is just waiting.

NO!

That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying.

You'll find the bright places

where boom bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,

once more you'll ride high!

Ready for anything under the sky...