I'm on a road to poverty, Hot on the heels of success,
My heart is feeling empty, My mind so full of stress,
So goes the life of a poet, A construction worker laid off,
Every door leading to a regular job, leaves me in the cold with a cough.
All my acquaintances say I should build for myself,
Relying on me before seeking another,
Caught between a rock and a hard place,
How Lonely it is,Oh Brother!
In life we all need someone,
No regrets, No games, No Lies,
Getting discouraged plants tears, In the most un-crying eyes!
Family can be there for you, in times you feel you'll fail,
Or maybe you feel you have nobody, and that depression will prevail?
Reckless abandon pacifies, But true Love takes it's time,
Lost is He who looks in the wrong places, haste his only crime!
Only when I feel that way again, will I feel I need that chance,
Very anxious to stand before, My love..our first dance.
Eating my words is fattening, but low in cholesterol,
I'm walking while learnin 2crawl
2006-11-03
10:14:18
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