Lawyers Reflections a Day of Pouring Out

Lawyers The legal eagles I have known fly low, incompetence they have shown standing before the court as they come up, all too short has been my experience with the man who never seems to do the best he can. And so, laden down with laws my lawyers seem to have no claws or wings with which to fly right into that legal eye. Reflections The child in me looks out to see. Where is the man in you ?, where can he be ? As the man I am, looks to find, where is the child in you?, that entity that once ran wild. Looking, yet never, hardly ever do we see that which we should have come to be. B. J. “A” 2 November 6th 2001 A day of pouring out The above was the insanity of the chaos in my mind. it came on the heels of depression and a troubling time. Then came the spirit of catharsis, shows up in my rhyme. Into the dark ages, my soul had crept, for a few short years, my spirit wept, the Grim Reaper, my heart had met, my rhymes, my words had set, a coarse to release, from the gloom that weighed heavy, in the confines of my room. The dark years have slipped past, have gone on by, leaving no reason for me, to lie down, and cry. B. J. “A” 2 November 6th 2001