A down man with a up plan.

After realizing I was just human,
come from a mother and father semen.
I looked down,
every since I've acted like a clown.
During a lot of laughing and smiling,
looking back compiling.
Recollecting on my fragility,
times I almost died from lifes hostility.

How could I be humoring,
when life wasn't really glamoring?
Every young day was a hassle,
even at a mature age I still have too wrestle.
I exchanged one set of problems unsolved,
for another set that evolved.
I noticed the stack being doubled,
any normal human would feel troubled.

Troubled I was and still am,
it's hard not to feel the jam.
The years have taught resolve,
each day as I struggle too solve.
I'm a down man,
with up plan.

We can't enjoy the top,
until we face the root of the crop.
So I will continue my climb,
knowing I'm out on the end of the limb.
Limbs break and fall,
so this I've got too stall.

So I'm stalling,
in God's name calling.
Praying for love and understanding,
so life will be less demanding.
This all comes too mind,
for these reasons lifes more kind.
I have a knowledge of joy,
I will not let the devil destroy.

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