Its you

one day i met you

i hoped it was fate

and then the next week

i asked you to date

if the next time we meet

i say that your sweet

its not cause your nice

but cause of your face

that makes me think twice

of speeding our pace

so now let me end

this poem my friend

i dwell on your kiss

cause its you that i miss

New Life

When one is face to face
With changes in place and pace
He is forced to create
A more balancing plate
That can make all the stress
Not be such a mess
So now I made time
To make up this rhyme
Now back to the fray
I have here today