Stop Counting!
Not so much afraid of bears
'n' things that go bump day and night;
what scares me far more is the fear
of me, lumps and all, in plain sight.
So many warts, so many red faces..
So many ifs, ands, buts, and ors.
I grew up in an age when one erased,
then hid the holey paper in a drawer.
Everyone has a skeleton or three.
I understand. I do..
But how many have as many as me?
How many rattle, yet stick like glue?
Few mistakes? You kidding me?
I have made beaucoups, beaucoups..
Some kind of record, gotta be.
Work to forget, then turn and stew.
Want a list, I'll send you one.
Only thing, I'll have to kill you.
Going to do better. Er, uh. some...
Forget I said all that, will you?
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, 04/08 [Shhhhh;)]
I did not have any positive thoughts until I came to the Den, where everyone has been so supportive. I may have a few skeletons, and I may have made mistakes, and I may not have the perfect life, but with friends like I have here on AD, I can go forward, with my head held high.
This is a wonderful humorous write Pea, but there is a lot of seriousness in here too. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you dearly love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I'm good!!Blessings and love,
Susan
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