Life consist of change

A constant influx of rearrange

Never stagnate

Always willing to arrange

Beauty is in the beholder

Beholding the beauty that’s within

Wisdom shows as one grows older

Older being wise enough,

To cry on ones shoulder

A student of the streets

 Is in consistent compete

Knowing full well that he might be beat

Down to the likes of the normal peeps

Every day we sleep

Awake to a new beginning

What a joy to think

The father never sleeps

Always arranging and rearranging our lives