"Ma'am", "Yes", said I...
"Things are hard, the brains stuck the heart, and pain comes in as a shark...
My poor hands and running rivers I do not know to stand so smart!
But I see you as an Art!"
You see me steady, stong, controlled
But once I lost my place and all
Steps of ups and steps of downs,
Unsure hands and feet of fall...
More of effort, rather comfort,
More of pains than the gained,
More of outs, shouts and fails,
Rather ins, smiles and sails
Just hold on child, the times do fly
For, every effort the cost is bright
For, God is kind and crafts you stong
To bear the Art that's ready for you!
✍️Rwrites
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Rwrites (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2025 06:55
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Comments2
A wonderful piece of praise that in words poetic speaks a truth to all. A fave
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That is a wonderful write beautifully written
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