Charles Melody Lightning Ink Poet Lay

The Fate

Young Billy hood  
Stood like a wood,
Thinking about life
Failing to have a stronghold,
I too, a branch of humanhood
Knows and cares about your 
Troubled mood.
I bet others understood,
stop swelling like a parachute 
This is nothing but the truth,
Your fruits and growth are hand in hand.
In the eyes of fate 
Time is not late 
But articulate,
So hope to drink and eat and cloth.

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Doris Culverhouse November 7, 2010 at 10:15 AM Enjoyed reading your works.

Phyllis Babcock November 4, 2010 at 1:03 PM I think that rich or poor our differences make life interesting. many have troubled moods and you are right it is never to late to change. Luv Phyl

Carolyn Devonshire November 4, 2010 at 6:51 AM Rich or poor, no matter where we are or how we feel, we are all human. Our differences add variety to life. Very interesting poem, Charles! Love, Carolyn