Smile well burning

But first ill sing a laft.
And then run with your soul tomorrow.
Ill drain of its spirit slowy"
to catch a glimpse
of its aging in what
should be years,
but truth is true so now
is hours in a sunset evening' when the sun burns closess to our face, but it's also
when we turn the hunches
of our backs to
what can be easily  our maker. But tonight I pray
and when I awake
it's the parade I phased.
                       JOEY DIAZ