Well Assured He Could Be Cured and Many More

We always had been well assured, That after everything we endured; Prayers said; Not dead; Are sure and certain can be cured. Jim Horn My mind had been active again lately. Wonder what keeps it going and wish I was knowing where my future was going. Anyone have any ideas. Already past ten again. Praying to God is always a pleasure; That will be great beyond all measure; Expressing; Confessing; Have loved and are sure to treasure. There is definitely for poetry a need; Formed for food and everyone will feed; Found flowing; On you growing; Especially for those who are in need. What could it be about all crap; May create tremendous mishap; Accident in making, And breath taking; Did end up needing a night cap. There are things that must be addressed; Confessed all of my poems are the best; Titillating; Vacillating, And everyone with them was impressed. Poetry is a way that you can express, All of the issues you want to address, And feelings exhibit; Poor language prohibit; Should never be designed to impress. What about poetry can be concluded; We never do ever want to be deluded; Provide insight; Did with delight; Many emotions from us had exuded. Last effort we did find in a ditch, That had been avoided by the rich; Patient never; Not be clever; Had sought a hitch in every glitch. What we had done was to exhume, Dirt and dust we found with a broom; To and from, We must go, And be sure to sweep up every room. Instead of them sleeping in a sack, God please each soldier bring back, With much care; More to spare; Not having injuries and be intact.