BUCKET LIST
minumin...
1 book published
before I see Jesus
also minumin
2 see my grandchildren as adults
3 have a lyric I've wrote
sung by a professional singer
4 for the third time have a dwelling/house totally paid for
5 would be very nice Lord God grant me longivity of life
6 minumin have reasonable good heath sound mind body
7 everything in this list not in order, but number live to see and live eternally with the Father God
forever on and to eternity, I be Blessed...
This is my Bucket List
3/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Sometimes he cannot recognize himself.
He cannot recognize his own hands, own legs, own shape,
even his own voice. It seems to him that he is an alien,
a man of different language who has been haunting him
for twenty four hours like a shadow.
Sometimes he calls himself by his own name.
It seems to him that thousand years have already passed.
Has his corpse been rotten then, or has he himself
been a mummy? Is he in a dwelling house or in a museum?
All on a sudden, he shouted loudly saying 'Thief! Thief! '
Saying 'Police! Police! ', he caught red-handed
his one hand by the other and said to himself, 'Who are you
at this inopportune moment here? ' And instantly he releases
that hand, nobody knows why, getting afraid very much.
You look at me like an outcast
Mark me because the color of my skin
Persecuted me without fear or judgment
I am a shadow of your own perception.
Equality has no witness
And your arrogance hurts me more
I have to passed your rooted standard
Although; my presence causes you bitterness
I beg you to walk with me
And search my quest and odyssey in time
And maybe you will find yourself
In my dwelling house of pain
In my path you will find
Many dictators with hurtful heart
That had caused pain and fear
In many innocent life
Come and crawl underneath my skin
And tell me, How you feel!
Are you surprise? Cause we are the same
And yet not unified