Awaking to the morning sun,
facing the unknowns of the day,
the night of rest now is done,
as we struggle to find our way.
One’s memories fade in the past,
all is lost in the corridors of time,
going forward an impossible task,
conflicts rooted within our mind.
Engaging in what we think is right,
in a lonely world of sorrow and pain,
often leads to a deadly bloody fight,
when the dust settles there is no gain.
Precious moments of lingering thoughts,
hearts become one wrapped up in love,
true treasures that can never be bought,
a beautiful gift from the heaven above.
To fight and love, beneath the sky of blue,
courage and peace spilled upon the ground,
the essence of the life we know, ever so true ,
brings on a night of rest and sleep so sound.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
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.
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Carole~
wisdom and the feeling of security
of truths great share!!!