Merrily I roll along, trying to sing a happy song. The louder I sing, the harder life sting. Like a bee chasing a butt, I feel like the target.
Dumped on day in and out, still I try to bring joy about. I feel like a revolving door, faster the turn, I get beat even more. Going and coming, I feel the pressure. Having some fun is my pleasure, my only true treasure.
At times it seems, true joy only comes in dreams. Dreams turn to nightmares, all the monster stares. I face them down, because I hate being on the ground.
(At times it seems,
true joy only comes in dreams.
Dreams turn to nightmares,
all the monster stares.
I face them down,
because I hate being
on the ground.)
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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(At times it seems,
true joy only comes in dreams.
Dreams turn to nightmares,
all the monster stares.
I face them down,
because I hate being
on the ground.)
Thanks G. for sharing what we feel too.
You speak volumes in your words; excellent write! Very well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D