Alcohol drinking, foolish thinking. Negativity of mind, walking around blind. Being to mean, no respect for the green.
Worrying about my father, who never did bother. Being a fool for love, not thinking before I move. Driving to fast, pondering over the past.
Foolish actions, anger over rejections. Not appreciating life, causing my own misery and strife. Stupid friends, foolish sins.
Gone!
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Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2004
Grady, we can control how we react to bad situations. Looks like that's what you've been doing. Hang in there.
Love,
Patty
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2004
Hit the spot G..
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2004
I know the story of alcohol...that's why I don't touch it..never did..my eyes have seen too much..my heart has felt too much...it is poison..Grady....you write it all out in your poetry...and right there..there is healing beginning...bless you...floria
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Love,
Patty
to rest as YOU can, dear friend.
You have such controll over your own
fate. EXCELLENT write!!!!
Love 'n Peace,
*Linda*
Love Tinka