A L O H A
From
Honolulu
From
Honolulu
May I craft my life
As a Heavenly Island,
In the archipelago
Of kindly souls.
Where gentle waves
Of compassion lap
At the sandy shores
of love.
Sometimes
Big waves thunder
An earthquake
Under my feet.
But breezes
whisper wisdom
And the air
Is fresh and sweet
15 Cents was before my time
but the orange juice,
and the breakfast
were a real treat
after a night of work in
my father's janitorial business.
