The town.

It's Tuesday and we are a little less than halfway through the week. Here's a little poem, I wrote when I was 16 that I have always kept with me. Whenever I am down it always cheers me up.

A man came into town today,

And asked me a jolly question.

"The town is so pure,

so beautiful,

how'd you get it this way?"

I smiled,

and patted the gentlemen on the back,

"To get here my friend,

you have to follow your dreams

And never look back.