Spending my pennies

I’ve taken and I’ve spent some
And given all I could when I may possibly do so
I’ve seen a little, heard a lot and taken chance to wonder
I guess this is the chapter titled “two”
Am I too young to ponder? some say so-
Chapter one was that hazy memory, slow and easy
The one encompassing years and spans of time
They call it “childhood” and it was bittersweet
Comical, hilarious, but sometimes sharply real
I still miss it when there is fog outside the windowpane of life
The chapter titled “three” is coming next
What will become of me? I must sit and sip at tea
And think about what I wish to write into the leaf which is my life
Keep it even, clean and merry, yes, I guess, that’s right
But how can any life be only this? There is always tenderness
Sometimes hurting or a level sense of duty
I suppose these will be in no hurry to depart from my description
As it’s written.
Surely my best trust is to compose it truthfully
Find an ear turned toward me to listen and also a friend to speak with
Yes, even now I am searching for some reality to that fine word “fellowship”
Then, oh me, it would be inclined to be worthwhile!