I was thrown down
Kicked around,
Run completely
Out of town...
But, never fear,
I'm still here.
I was shot through the heart
Torn apart,
Dealt a losing hand
Right from the start...
Yet, looking in the mirror,
I see, I'm still here.
I thought I'd moved far along
Lost my song,
Now these many years later
I'm learning I was wrong...
For, beyond all the tears,
I've found, truly I am still here.
Grrr, who's the somebody 8'd this..Eric? ? wuz that you? I'm just kidding. I'm glad you're still here Hoss- you know the playbook- if you're around, there must be a reason, even if you don't think you know what it is. And I'm glad you're still around- specially so I can read your poetry. Did you know, nobody else writes Hoss poetry? It's true; you're one of kind, buddy. I call that a winner, any way you look at it. Keep on keeping on, there's a whole world of angels rooting for you (and some pretty decent human fellers too, by the way- hint hint) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, indeed you are-and isn't it great-after all that! ! ! I'm smiling- Constance