Raj!

 

Fly - - - Raj …Fly!

Thunder hoof-roar wind wild in my face

Comfort warm sun shines in yon cerulean place

 

Arms spread like wings as Raj gallops up ground

“Whisper-wind” soft in my ears God’s silent sound

 

Should be at work but find more fun in play

Time can’t be saved, only invested in pleasure day

 

Consensus-of-they: He’s a no-good bum, never amount to much

I like too oblige! He’p ‘em be right! Spent all time & money & such

 

When ole Gabriel’s trumpet clarion call sounds to summon me along

I pray! Let the Judgement-ledger say, “He sang all of his song!”

 

When I die, I’ll leave many a debt; myriad dollars due

Never accumulated any wealth; if I had a coin, I spent quite a few

 

Count silver and gold, add faux-celebrity to “worth” assessing

I’ll fork ole Mirage flying o’re emerald turf - - - now … that be God’s blessing

 

I’m in or I’m out! I’m up or I’m down! Conclusions fair base on whatever I’ve shown

Then! Now! Some future-end! I’ll live my life on terms of my own

 

I’ll give you a rhyme to make into a song any delicious day

Don’t crowd me! Don’t push me! One fine day, soon, I’ll just ride away

 

Thunder hoof-roar wind wild in my face

Comfort warm sun shines in yon cerulean place

 

Amen!