The man I am now, knows the boy I use to be. But we're in the same boat, sink, swim or float.
Many do and many don't, some will and some won't. One bad slip, can send one on a trip, Even without a ship. Two bad trips, maybe the end of all slips. Don't want to mention number three, yes that was me.
I almost slipped right into hell, the devil knows me well. At first I didn't know, I was a rookie actor in the show. After watching all the veterans perform, I still got caught in the storm, then came the harm.
Now here I sit, still hardly don't know the pit. But the pit knows me, seems I'll never totally break free. I survived to really understand my pain, everyday I face the falling rain. I truly know how I can lose, as well as how I can gain.
Now here I sit,
still hardly don't know the pit.
But the pit knows me,
seems I'll never totally break free.
Don't we all feel that way sometimes. This was woven together into a great flow of words.
God Bless,
Lew
my favorite part of this whole write are your opening words--"The man I am now, knows the boy I use to be. But we're in the same boat, sink, swim or float"
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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still hardly don't know the pit.
But the pit knows me,
seems I'll never totally break free.
Don't we all feel that way sometimes. This was woven together into a great flow of words.
God Bless,
Lew
well done OnepoetGem...
John
Some of us grab, some of us wait, and some of us fish :)!
Be careful what you reel in :)!
Sandy