Stability cries through wandering eyes,
The pain that I know, resurfacing though
I’ve taken the steps; oh, the tears I’ve wept
to ascend from weight, at last a clear slate!
.. But let’s not tempt fate, life seems to rotate
through ebbs and flows, yes; levity distress.
The highs and the lows, unbearable woes.
But I keep the hope, a method to cope;
I might not be right, to follow the light,
but with little might, Love fuels the fight.
Dad Joke #30:
What did the grape do when it got stepped on? It let out a little wine.