Permanent Ink
My life is like that of an Escher
Shades of life change with the pressure
His lines all straight of lead and chalk
But he dare not walk where I have walked
My lord my God what should I do
My life has not been straight and true
If I could draw my life in pencil
It would be free hand I would use no stencil
I just wish life came with an eraser
Copyright © James Robert Strunk | Year Posted 2007
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