Out of the Box, To Stay
Better World Books boxes stacked to my right
I wonder at the words hidden from my sight
Could go on-line and browse the site
To see what other authors' write
But I'm not sure I want the fright
Some days so good not to know
The power went out along time ago
But for now it is turned on
Lets hope it all isn't another con
The competition doesn't bother me at all
I fight with myself enough as I take the last curtain call
I fall
But on my knees God is tall
And He lifts me up to carry the ball
So I continue to go
To toss, to throw
To play
Copyright © Autumn Rose Wood | Year Posted 2009
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