My first page upon this pad,
Will not be rage,
Will not be mad.
Will not be crazy,
But it might be bold.
Will it phase me to have my fealing be told?
To the young,
To the old,
They'll be bought,
They'll be told,
Till everyone feals like they know me,
Cause every page that you turn,
There's lesson's I've learned.
There's thing's that the world has shown me.
So take what you will,
And leave what you won't,
Cause someone might feal the thing's that you don't.
Old word's from wareing the holes in my shoe's,
So if you compare them please don'nt get confuse,
Cause the word's that I write come from all different stages,
And I hope it shed's light as you flip through my pages.


Japheth