Story

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Story

When I look back at my story

When I was very very young

I was given no direction

I often stared up at the sun

 

I tried to find the answers

Without a question on my mind

I searched through pain and suffering

I never read a single sign

 

I worshiped only pleasure

And it always paired with pain

When I thought I’d learned a lesson

I’d be right back there again

 

Then I stood upon a crossroads

I was a broke and tired man

I couldn’t find redemption

Nowhere was a helping hand

  

I looked back upon my life

And the things that I had done

I thought about that little boy

Who would stare up at the sun

 

Then I wondered what would happen

If I had another try

If I had someone to show me

How to live a better life

 

How to love a little better

How to spend a little time

Making other people happy

Never caring what was mine

 

Not to worry about the money

Do away with foolish pride

Take some time to smell the flowers

Truly find the reasons why

  

Find a god of understanding

Ask Him who I really am

Stretch my hand out to a brother

Be the one to lend a hand

 

It was then I got a feelin

One I’ve never had before

The answer I’d been searching for

God was standing at my door

 

He reached his hand out to uplift me

I rose a strong and humble man

With all the things that brought me down

Where now my armor to defend

 

As I looked upon this crossroads

From a different point of view

My life now had a meaning

I felt empowered by the truth

  

Now my prayers are fully answered

I was blessed another try

I reach my hand out to my brothers

And praise god for my new life

 

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Tempestlady commented on Story

08-26-2012

LIke your rhythm, loved your rhyme, nailed it to the cross with the message so will read your stuff anytime, when you create just drop me a line. Tempestlady

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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