On the bones of my arse?
Well, that's not exactly true...
I have enough to get me through.
My current job is for some Chinese
Now, those who know me know I like to please...
And I can a man of many words
I chop and change like the wind
Like an evolution
God knows
Without the sin.
I like to explain why and what has to be done...
Hear, I have a language barrier..
So, the fun begun.
Today I bought some petrol, I like to stay topped up.
I had an empty ten litre for the boat, and sixty kilometres on the truck-
The truck took eight litres
Sounds about right
My budgets fifty dollars
Should be all right.
Filled the container and to my surprise, fourteen litres, total!
Now, how is my demise?
Battling skin disease: can't handle the sun; out come the clouds, I get things done.
Fumble around like a silly old fool
Write a poem
Sharpen a tool
Think about what's to be done
Glorious life, with Him number one.
I'll stay the coarse and do what's right...
Not by power.
Not be might.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A fun run through episodes of one's day and the accompanying thought streem that goew with it. Felt real.
Thanks, it is!
But by the Spirit! Shall he not!? My dermal allergies can attest to the fact. 🙏🏻🕊👍🏻
He heals all our diseases, and if not they can't be compared.
Amen 🙏🏻
Excellent write
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