Lost in times of yore, he hides from society and only contributes his opinion. Nosy in a fastidious manner; helping only in a dire emergency, he longs for a chance to change the past. His self-esteem not entirely intact, he exhibits a skillful dexterity in the fragrant nuances of flavored tobacco yet still finds no meaningful purpose until strangers wander to him for a prose…for an interesting tid-bit. But then…a chance! An opportunity so off the cuff to do something different from what he had done before; to pay closer attention has assailed him to no mercy and he is drawn zombie-like into its clutches. He watches; he waits for nearly too long as the opportunity nearly dies with the angel, and yes, he once again mislays the prospect but for the lead that has weighted his tired old legs down to the cold Chicago ground. Nevertheless, God granted him the occasion to spy something that he had ne’er laid eyes upon before…no, not the death of an angel, for with that he was all to familiar. Rather, the old man gained redemption and a fresh posture toward impossibility in his dwindling years. Yes, the man watched the birth of an angel evolve from the death of man.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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Karen