I had a fear of
beating my stupid nephews azz.
But that fear came to pass.
Especially after he was gone,
but the thought won't leave me alone.
Little jackazz know it all bum,
I could have crushed him like a crumb.
I had a fear of money losing,
it would have been worse if
I was still boozing.
The new years not over yet,
there still might be a cash regret.
Being broke is always a fear,
all through the new year.
Every year older age calls my name,
each and every year it's the same.
I'm strong as an ox,
but lifes as smart as a fox.
It usually finds away to trip,
force a strong person to flip.
I always fear God,
in whole or in part.
I'm no way the perfect puppet living,
but I am loving and forgiving.
I forgive my jive azz nephew,
the woop azz thought I won't ensue.
I forgive all stupid human beings,
even the vultures with wings.
I forgive myself most of all,
for the many times
I fumble the ball.
One
Love Tinka
for the many times
I fumble the ball.
I think we all have to do that, or we'd go nuts. And wishing you a very good new year, Grady.
Your a better person for this.
Great write,
Michael