No, it's not what you think,
This is a diff'rent kind of production,
Of which I'm on the brink,
Number one had been before my mom died,
She missed them at the time,
But, had to focus on the task at hand,
So I embraced prose and discarded rhyme,
And this will be the last time on this book,
There is no choice on that,
If it takes more than this for ev'ry one,
I'll have to hang my hat.
There's more in me,
So, if this ain't the tap,
To expel it out and share with the world,
I'll take up painting or some other crap.