I Want To Be Good Poem by James McLain

And a good man says,
around I will be, promises made.
Modest as in song, blue birds sing.
Into each day, dawn will bring.
No good few have said, coming back.
In our youth things we want having had.
Up is down from the time I've had, I am here.
You are me I will play, play I will from a child.
Do you see what it is that I have become?
What you had I now have I give up.
Simple things that I see we now have.