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Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat a Dry Bone

Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too Life weary, so hungry I could eat a dry bone Looking back at this life, where were the breaks my due I recall all hellacious bad times that came The motorcycle wreck when I was but fifteen! All those shots that should have given me greater fame Those barroom brawls, man that one dude was so damn mean I laughed, I ran full amok, a bit crazy I cried like a baby when they shot down Dean I raised hell doing farmwork but was not lazy School was a blast but math work I wasnt too keen. Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone. Life weary, so hungry I could eat a dry bone one. Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too Looking back at this life, where were the breaks my due. Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2023 16 VERSE SONNET , WITH 12 SYLLABLES EACH VERSE Note_ My life in my youth was anything but dull. I worked as a club bouncer, farmhand, factory working manager 4 times, carpenter, roofer, bricklayer, metal fabricator, even worked at a car repair once.

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Date: 6/8/2023 4:17:00 PM
We are rarely rewarded for our accomplishments but then... we are rarely punished for our transgressions... so life has a way of working itself out.But when you're going through the process. life does indeed seem quite the desert. Well penned my friend. Have a great day.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/9/2023 10:42:00 AM
Thank you, my friend. Yes, quite true we oft fail to see the true picture. Often looking back with more wisdom we see more! That desert of despair and darkness becomes more clear in the examination. God bless.
Date: 6/8/2023 2:47:00 PM
As we get older we do tend to look back on our lives, some good times and a few bad ones too. Well composed Robert. Tom
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/9/2023 10:40:00 AM
Thank you, my good friend. Yes, tis so true, knowledge is power. When we see our life a bit clearer we find we made many bad mistakes. Admitting that we may have a chance to rectify -some of it. God bless.
Date: 6/8/2023 2:14:00 PM
It's amazing when we look back at our lives with opened eyes, Robert. I sure like the man I see now. Like they say, "if it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger. Thank you for your honesty and for making yourself vulnerable by sharing your past with us. From my experience of my life, I've learned this: God always gives us the strength to make it through. It's amazing ...unconditional Love. In my heart I know we all fall short of God's intent for our lives. Blessing my dear friend. Bill
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/8/2023 2:20:00 PM
Thank you, my friend. Truth is we flesh and bone mortals do a sad, sad job of living up to his words/standards. Especially so it seems in our youth. When we wake up we give our best and God knows that to. God bless.
Date: 6/8/2023 12:12:00 PM
This exquisite poem, adorned with breathtaking imagery and composed in a meticulous sonnet form, has left a profound impact on me. My dear friend, I relished every moment of experiencing your artistry and gained a deeper understanding of you. Blessings
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/8/2023 2:11:00 PM
Thank you, my friend. I see you have a keen poetic sense and heart too. As many of us mortals have had a rough life in our younger years and we write about it in our poetry. God bless/.
Date: 6/8/2023 10:57:00 AM
Enjoyed this very much, dear friend! learned a bit more about you.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 6/8/2023 11:10:00 AM
Thank you, my good friend. My life, especially my youth was full of exciting things. I survived a lot of bad but alsi I enjoyed a lot of good too. God bless..

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