They say life isn’t fair – But for those who don’t care – They are willing to share – With nothing to spare –
I’m a cook without a book – A cuisine often nice – But never to dare – The same recipe twice –
Gardens abound my simple chateau – Bestowing with hope they will continue grow – Tomatoes are slow – Herbs I do know – I can’t speak French – But I read Figaro –
My guitar stands afar – But this remains true – My chords still ring clear – And I play more than a few –
They say life isn’t fair – But for those who don’t care – They are willing to share – With nothing to spare –
I can’t drive a train – But I can fly a plane – Over mountains, the shore or most any terrain –
When the Net was a bet – With HTML and Excel – I was one of the first – To use them to sell –
Reading, writing and arithmetic – I can manage each well – Like the flick of a BIC –
They say life isn’t fair – But for those who don’t care – They are willing to share – With nothing to spare –
Expect little from life they said callous and cold – Expect little in life the academics foretold – Expect little from life some even cajoled – Expect little in life is a future untold –
But for all I have learned through trial and error – And for those who will listen I am eager to share – Spare lust, distrust, greed and despair – For it is only through love that life will be fair –
Le Flâneur