Life is a bitch
So much to understand
In this world of man
I swear I do what I can
There is much I do not know
But I keep my feet on the floor
That one day I may open the door
You see I am not really hard core
My disposition is poor
That is an eye sore
My woman need me
My grandchildren need me
My Children need me
And I need me
God never said it was easy
God never said it was fair
God gave that which I could bare
You my woman are my all
I can't rob Peter to always pay Paul
Most days I must stand tall
My mother is my first step to understanding
About life's different landing's
Respect is one of those stairs
Yes my heart is loaded down with pain
But I never have to be insane
I may walk around on a cane
But the bad in life that does not explain
Woman is my best bet
God has seen to that
So what I must really do
Is take care of me and my Boo...
And that means you.
whisperkwane@gmail.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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