A poem he wrote on his outstretched hands
The kindhearted, a few read and understand...
If you starve yourself from food
Perfection's what you'll win...
It slipped through fingers as water from a stream
As do the song of robins die just merrily...
Don\'t waste your time reminiscing the past,
there\'s always a new day...
Darkness falls on the unfortunate
All they see is black...
If you R/R/C i will do the same for you hope you...
MOMENT IN TIME...
When you wake up in the morning
Don’t forget to face the mirror...
**Behind the poem...I was sitting on the porch...
Freewrite...
I'm
So-So...
The effort of terra incognita
Holds us back from making change...
You swing that thing with ease each day
All that time in those leafed lands...