I never read it,
the way it was written
I never wrote it,
the way it should read
The lines connected,
were for me to be broken
A lesson once ending,
is where I began
I spoke out of time,
out of place…out of line
I wrote what I saw,
once the future was gone
I prided myself,
in a vision self nurtured
Asking permission for nothing,
—and forgiveness for less
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: February 3rd, 2017 00:22
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Comments1
Wonderfully written and expressed Great write
Thanks Man!
Welcome
Tony, I used to have a factory in Lamar, only about an hour from you.
🙂
Been to Lamar many times. Which factory would that be
O'Sullivan Industries
I think I've heard of it. I might even know someone who used to work there
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