Ode to the Simply Whimsical and the Unnecessarily Dramatic

Ode to those that make life into gold

that bring us some sparkle as we grow old

Ode to the places, friends, and small things

to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring

Uproariously laughing in a too-quiet room

or dancing a tango with the red kitchen broom

The rush of arriving in the nick of the time

to catch what is gone in the blink of an eye

Ode to the fails, the crashes, the burns

and ode to whomever they might be concerned

Ode to friends, old and new, who you'll never let go

Ode to kindness to all, even ones you don't know 

Ode to novels, and stories, and handwritten verses

long, run-on titles and believing in curses

Ode to the feelings of heartache and loss

Ode to humanity, with all of its faults

Cheers! to the drama, the flair, the hurrahs

the fainting couches, glitter, and decorative bras

To all the outrageous, exciting, and new

and to far too much confidence in the things that you do

The quest of life viewed with a pair of fresh eyes

brings ambition to act and take to the skies

Ode to the rhymes, the rhythm, the beat

for wherever you go, that's all you will need.