My Little Remedy
Sore are my aching hands
Warmth of a knot in my lower back
So that you can soar
With a good past, Present, and future
I will endure this form of torture
The remedy of my agony
Is the best gift of all
Providing for YOU
My family
Until I fall
My wounds burn
I stand tall
my eyes turn...
Into the sky
Reminding me of those beautiful blue eyes
Receiving the strength to earn that prize
A roof over your head
Simply put
A nice bed
Food to keep you fed
I’ll always provide for you
Until I am dead
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