My World In A Story
My world on a piece of paper
Drawn and felt under the Moon's vesper
Simple life I rended
Under a tree I shredded
Early in life I staggered
Held only a pencil and a paper
Walking with shoes of a cobbler
Trudging many roads that bantered
At sixteen my life turned and spinned
In a world not mad, but splinted
At eighteen my world tuned in din
Like a song in a jukebox, worn and tinted
Years passed and my world stayed the same
To act and strive without shame
My thoughts that broke me in two
In a world that honed me to be true
The world is full of mystery
Stand up and walk over misery
God opens a way to relive a life
His name I praise all my life
Past will always be a history
History of any man with clogged stories
Stories that can break you or mend you
Stories of you, all but one in you
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