Never worried about skin color, until it affected me making a dollar. I was the last one hired, and the first one fired. Then I was setup like a hoodlum, and treated like a bum.
I was just a big innocent kid, now I'm a grown azz man, seems my butt is still in the red. Still almost getting fired, seems my hell never expired. I'm still being booked for 3:10 to Yuma, the hell with the humor.
Leave me alone, keep your darn stone. Let me move on and start over, but I'm still running for cover. Even from my lover. Everyone got stones to pitch, sometimes lifes a bitch.
Amen to that Brother
Outstanding Write Grady
Reminds me of my younger days,
now I am waiting to the Reaper
to come by for his final visit
and buy my wolf ticket.
Peace be with you
Your poem has many deep truths, for often the blind see more in a persons worth than the sighted, and the deaf hear more wisdom in the lips of the speaker than those tainted. "Even a prophet is without honor in his own country." Well said.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
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Outstanding Write Grady
Reminds me of my younger days,
now I am waiting to the Reaper
to come by for his final visit
and buy my wolf ticket.
Peace be with you
William
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