Keith McHugh Poet Rhyme

Living Library Of Love

What is my ability,

The Gift you've given me?

Apparently it wasn't money.

No matter what I tried to be,

There was never enough to see,

Pass the pile of bills in front of me.

Constantly a place to be,

Never enough time for me,

Draining all my energy.

In a pit of misery,

A person I was trained to be,

Now again my pockets empty.

Nothing in front of me,

Trying to use my ability,

Without being able to see,

Frustration and anger envelope me.

Emotions run uncontrollably,

Into this wall,

I hope I built it properly.

Catching the negativity,

Transmuting energy,

I'm not afraid to be me.

My own university,

The school of adversity,

Diversity,

Where you are me,

A living Library of Love.

Words from Heaven above,

Directly from the ONE,

Who created this son.

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