Thursday, June 12, 2014

Remembered Smile

               
I met some know it alls that think they won,
I met some rich that won their goals to play,
I met some ones that struggle all the day,
I say when sunrise comes new hopes begun.

I walk with you under the same ol' sun
we compromise we tone down what we say,
for harvest  time is what one plants our pay,
Now I garden with care that jobs ne'er done.

We all are like a tree that grown not straight,
One powerful wind or storm Oh we would fall,
I think true beauty is an attitude,
A crooked tree with love no place for hate,
A remembered life with smiles no names e'er called,
This task is to important to elude.

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