Dedication to Bruce Cummings Jr.

Written by: Charles Ruble

There was a poem that tugged at my mind,
Things I have thought time after time.
When I was at my lowest,as deep as I could get,
Way down at the bottom is where I thought I set.
But then I looked around,seen some things I never seen,
Alot of other people have been stuck there in between.
I cried and pleaded for help,none was to be found,
And the more I cried and pleaded,the further I went down.
But then it hit me,I was living by others expectations.
So I did an amazing thing,I altered the situation.
I started living for me,lifting up my pride,
Not caring what others thought,I started living inside.
I still loved my family and all of my friends,
But living to their expectations,thats where it ends.
Money,greed,and possesions,thats what most people need,
But it's the human race, that really plants that seed.
Alot need to live like kings and be invited to the ball,
If thats what it takes to live,I guess I never lived at all.