Life - Born On The Wrong Side Of Town Poem by Paul Warren

I was born on the wrong side of this old town
There was always someone there to put me down
It was a place where you had to fit in with them
Not to do so means you'll not get there in the end

There is always one more step up the mountain to take
And if there are seasons to this life that I now make
Surely there will be a Spring and Summer that I will find
Where there will be the time to know that the world can be kind

© Paul Warren Poetry