Twelve long years in school he spent To be, "a man with clout" To be a man his "father loved" Yet always there was "doubt"-- Doubt that never left his mind No matter what the stratus Mental crud that never waned Cursing future status... So what "I've" learned from him Is not to take life way too seriously-- To be a "loser" aint so bad... To be "content" with what I have... To know I'm one of "decence" Towards a "goodness", not "malfeasance" He in hind-sight tought me much! But no longer here to touch.
Reason for writing:
Yesterday is HISTORY...Tomorrow is a MYSTERY...Make the best of each present moment that is all ANY of us are given and you....well...in MY book are doing just fine. :)
Birth sign: Pisces
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