Down the lonesome trail of long ago,
everything appeared so bright and new,
never really knowing which way to go,
under the sky of radiant shades of blue.
Youthful spirits with so much to discover,
in a land filled with mystery and intrigue,
excitement raging, causes hearts to flutter,
surviving the path of life, one soon believes.
Adversity falls upon the stormiest day,
but prudent thoughts control the mind,
for without them one would surely die,
discovering, our short comings in time.
Land of enchantment filled with deceit,
for here, all is not what it appears to be,
yet there is no choice, but to compete,
remembering, you are you and I am me.
Life is but finding one’s own essence,
coming to terms, who and what we are,
past deeds will determine the present,
allowing the spirit and mind to join from afar.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
