The Next Hundred Years

the next hundred years
hide a whole lotta fears

the next thing draws near
do we laugh cry or cheer
when the unseen
next thing draws near

a moment here
a moment there

auto-tuned harmonies
intoxicate my mind
and pickle-tickle my spine

and somethin’s startin’ here
yeah my Love - somethin’ startin’ here

I pray that someone’s “this year”
is as good as our first year

I pray that they…
-uhaul trailer-hitch
-get stuck in a north-georgia ditch
-find a few toys to scratch the naughty itch

and though I’m not the best in show
I’d wish our first date on anyone
and from there - see where things go

may they Love
may they grow

may they learn
what bad weather feels like
when they face it together

may they learn the art…
of the silent stealthy fart
and of dodging the fiery dart
when the former art falls short

and when it’s time for them to part
may they cherish their shared art

despite their fears
may they seal it with tears
and carry that Love
into the next hundred years

despite their fears
may they seal it with tears
and carry that Love
into the next hundred years