Lead My Hand O' Dear Life

lead my hand o' dear life lead my hand on this land o' dear life, until the end o' dear thought of comfort seed my life feed me not in strife bleed me joy from nine to five lead me a journey of phases a journey of ages to face this germinate in me a corn of survival a history of possibilities a record of living to afford a source to live for this life is a choreographer of life a propeller of existence an economy of spiritual commodities a tear drop of opportunities yet not so many does see its commonalities an event of anomalies and regularities lead me a way o' dear life carry me a sledge on a journey of life a terrain of survival and life a gemstone for many a pentagon of any a model of penny an artwork of joy a string of life on a journey a script of many a stanza of any opn08022012/0106 from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', february 2012 >> ntema's unique poetry (nup) http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/