In a world that turns around everyday
a moment in time, you'll find your way
A way to survive, be good all around
off thy pedestal, stand on solid ground
Feet will be level, eyes will be straight
walk when you can, possess a solid gait
At times you will stumble, maybe even fall
sometimes you will bat, miss the curve ball
Life is a game, whether we like it or not
we know right from wrong, yes - we were taught
Taught to be nice, good and respectful
do unto others, without all the pull
Live everyday as it's your last on Earth
that's why you smiled at your childs' birth
You have not seen your child, since she was two
that in itself, turns you a shade of blue
Had you been more of a regular Man
you would have come up, with a better plan
The plan you see now is too far in the past
one thing you pray, is you can outlast
Outlast the pain you have caused in your life
you want a sunrise, no more strife
January 1,2011
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