The Empty Cup
First time since I took pen in hand
I do question why
Does any of help in any way at all?
Just smoke in the sky
I try to pour all of myself out
Emptying my cup
Just a tired old bag of bones
Inside I’m a pup
Many of you are now my friends
As I seek the truth
I have dealt with all my pain
Back to my youth
I live my life inside of a shell
I am breaking free
By the lessons I have learned
I only wish to see
How to offer you other folk
Things that I know
Kind of like that old farmer
Reaping what I sow
I never look in my cup
Empty or its full
Either way that it turns out
Writing is my tool
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I do love you all I hope that
it shows, for this love is real.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
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