Giving Advice
Giving Advice
Written: by Miracle Man
9-9-2019
Ever been asked the question,
can love survive when like is waning?
Can the air be sucked out of the room,
and in one gasp, it be over?
Hoping is never responsible for a happening,
It takes hard work, compromise, and communication.
The goddess of chance, sits astride a stick horse,
When love becomes as wind whispering through dry grass.
You’re “wasting matches trying to light wet wood”
There is none so isolated as those who don’t converse,
Who live together but yet apart.
Lord, help me to answer this kind of question
Tom
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