Almost Home
This earth, my spirit shall roam
None of this, your life, My life will be
Written in stone,
Any given opportunity, I have blown
Them streets, I had sewn
Almost away, the alcoholism
My mind had flown
In my existence, and persistence
From my feet to my dome
Thank God I'm "Almost home"
These words of my poem
shall disappear,as a thief in the night
My spirit, will take flight
Blissfully, the agenda is not to land
@least solid ground, I will stand
This life I lead, mostly abide alone
My path With God
I'm "almost Home"...
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