I'm tired at times,
Like resting neath the pines.
Heaven knows the sweat I bear,
In droplets they seem to pair.
Yes, I was once strong and young,
Chasing a carrot that was strung.
Almost a slave for what I earned,
Yet those masters may now be burned.
Too late I awoke and looked beyond,
And saw my life above the ground.
I gazed at what my labor built,
And I was not the one with guilt.
feeling
You have become...
Lady Vivian
thank you so much for sharing your soul
Love & Hard Earned Experiences
Vickie
Love ya!
Jane
budd
Best wishes...neerja