I'm going like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 10,
Self-control is hard for many men,
Find me starting all over again,
Sins can be so very deadly,
My mind might feel heavy,
Controlling a Honda, not Chevy.
What drives us to do this and that?
Never mind mortal, life's mind kombat,
Concrete streets don't feel like my natural habitat.
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A poem with which I can identify we have traded what is natural for comfort and the trade is not always a good one. Nicely done
Cheers! We sure have!
well said
thank you.
You're welcome
My princess is a Honda.
Nice! Good car company (:
Yep.
I have a Jazz (:
Ooh!!!
Can ya count to 10? You've jumped from 5 to 10. lol.
Haha, I was skipping.
Excellent poem I totally relate with. Cheer, Shawn! A fave! 👏🌹
Thanks pal, appreciate it.
You are most welcome!
I relate to this one, for sure! "What drives us to do this and that?" Great question.
Thank you, it's all spiritual (:
It sure is.
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