There are probably pages
That reflects those men
Who have touched my life
Some good..
Some sullied..
Taught me how
To move slow
How to get
What I want
Never accepting no
This book
Like all of the others
Will be just that
When it’s tatted about others
About you no longer
It’s a growing period
Call me a flower
Who’s being picked
From your garden
Searching for
A better tomorrow
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
A better tomorrow, seek and it shall be found. As hard as this appears I try my best to believe this with all my heart.
I can't wait to find that which I constantly seek.
Post a Comment