Borrowed Time...

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    Borrowed Time...

    My time is all to someone else, my work ,my doctors, and always my kids.
    No time to myself for even a thought, my mind stays full of chaos.
    If only I could borrow moments to really express myself.
    To my wife I'd give my Love and praise I try to every day,
    my boys I'd Love to hug them all and see them to success...
    My parents would know how much I care though I always seem so busy..
    Friends I've lost or let relations go would know my loss without them.
    If all I have is borrowed time let me spend it to it's end, I want to be a husband, a father, a good son and a friend.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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