The Little Boy In Life's Harvast Poem by Kyle Lowback

My mother always told me it would be good if I would listen to her mumble jumble and I always denied the proper attention: which might have taken me to the begger position I am now

My company makes enough dough I could wipe myself with hundreds and yet my soul is as weak as an old lady's spine

it's not the wine, it's not the my sleepless cry through the night: it's the swine position I took when I neglected the little moves that life would naturally give me which would make me stronger

Never forget about life's harvest, ladies and gentlemen, what you plant is what you get