I was born in the "stick's in a little shack.. where the cats and the squirrels crawled in at the cracks... The road, it ended at out little shanty, and, as for the neighbors, there weren't too many ! I picked the cotton and plowed the corn... and walked to church each Sunday morn.... Times were rough, and there was not much pay... so, I decided to go away.... So, for years I rambled and was mostly alone... But, one day I decided to go back home... I couldn't wait to see the old dirt road... Just the thoughts of it, seemed to lighten my load.... But, when I got back, things just weren't right... the dirt road was paved and had street lights... There was not a "shanty" that I once called home... Where it once stood, was a pay telephone ! The old fields where I had worked, was a shopping center... and where the old barn was..was a sign marked ENTER... Everyone moved at a busy pace a typical scene of the human race ! Now, what I am saying or trying to convey is...don't change yourself and run away.... If you feel you must change, then do it at home... and you won't be spending your life all alone ! Cletus Hardiman
Reason for writing:
I "roamed" a lot when I was in my "younger" years.....I was fortunate enough to come back and find things pretty much intact as I left them....but, I had visions of what could have been....Let me know your reactions to this....OK?
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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