i do Stretches on the wall

to keep my adult posture

from returning to a crawl

as i’m put out to pasture

i’m learning from Life what is free

plus At minus has the pure

like the Winds may teach the tree

Gusts test if footing is sure

and Breezes cool all the leave’s

Cross to bear of us with fur

not just the one who believes

We have in our mind the cure

i just can’t stop the dry Heaves

caused by our blind eyes to all

the wealth that stays with those thieves

i too let them have the ball

hence repeating like rhymes; Heaves