Fortune favors the bold.

The meek inherit the Earth.

The Sun will explode,

killing our planet,

if some rock from outer space

doesn’t do it first.


Promises, promises…


I’m going to write

the Great American Novel.

I’m going to eat right,

no more smoking and drinking,

and be healthy.

I’m going to buckle down

and work harder

and never take today

for granted.


Promises, promises…


Once we get these bills paid off,

we’re going to fix the house.

We’re going to travel,

see all those places

that we watched on TV.

I’m gonna buy you that new car

and then we won’t have to worry

when it gets cold in the winter.


Promises, promises…


We’re going to spend more time together.

We’re going to go camping in the mountains.

We’re going to sleep in,

and stay in bed,

and have sex,

and get up when we want,

and I won’t let a phone call

take me away.


Promises, promises…


I’m going to love you forever.

I would never leave you.

I would never hurt you.

I will always hold you

and protect you and take care of you

and support you

as long as we both shall live.


Promises, promises…


I’m going to see you

on the other side.

I’ll look for you

and we will spend eternity together.

Don’t worry, Babe;

it’s going to be all right.

I promise it will.

I promise.


HG – 2018

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