Made To Be Gold
There are those times when I can't absorb
Anything anyones sayin'
Now is that time
Am fallin' behind
usually by now-
I'd be prayin.
What do they say and is it ok?
Wonder when feet are so cold.
Are they a-lovin or are they a-shovin-
potential-
made to be gold?
Does this make sense
or is it intense?
Haven't slept; not a wink.
Am goin to bed for i am half dead,
Seriously, am on the blink.
Before i do go just want you to know-
now tired and feelin so old.
though watch out tomorrow,
I'll bounce back from this sorrow ...
for...
Potential
Is
Made to be gold.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2018
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