Ode To A Butterfly

I wish I had stopped, but instead I did not
scattering colors all over the lawn.

now I am sad, at myself I am mad.
so I'm writing this ode to a butterfly.

So many times in this rock-n-roll life
I've blundered through situations so delicate.
I wish I had stopped, but instead I did not
scattering pieces, changing a life.

now I am sad, at myself I am mad.
so I'm writing this ode to a butterfly.

What a Ride!

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in one pretty and well preserved piece...but to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, worn out and defiantly shouting "Wow! What a ride!"