Later, Crocodile

I think I’ll take a break a while,

a brief respite to find my smile.

At times, you know,

life needs a tow,

so “Later, crocodile.”

It’s not about the smile I wear,

the one that hides the wear and tear

yet may give hope

to those who mope

while hiding my despair.

The pressure’s not just from outside,

but deep within, where I abide.

It’s always there;

it plays unfair

and often will deride.

And now it rears it’s ugly head

assuming I will long play dead,

but I’ll just snooze—

choose not to lose—

there’s too much life ahead.

Don’t worry, friends. In spite of stress

I just need time for this depress’

to run it’s course,

then this ol’ horse

will overcome duress.

At first, the prosecution vile

then next, to my defense at trial,

the lights go on—

with darkness gone,

my smile returns awhile.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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