Stars We Can See
If one is lucky, to feel just ducky, trust in advice given by local law enforcement. They are the only ones who know your ins and outs. And can give you the benefit of years of experience. The years translate into tears, when the truth of compassion, become a compass for all to see. It’s the difference between incarceration, and warnings on paper. Given a chance to rehabilitate, life can open up its doors, for a first step to build something new. Not found in rows of wooden pews.But in hearts, now awakened to the possibility of friendship renewed.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2021
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