Family

redneckwriter

 

Were thrusted out, into this life. Go make some kids, go find a wife. Do what’s right, and never stray. From the path that other, people lay. Why do we follow, while others lead? In constant fear, we won’t succeed. Success is what? Money? Fame? No I think not, it’s in your name. And all the others, that share it to. It’s to these people, you must be true. Friends and family, in this life are the best. And the truest measure, of ones success. So take a break, from the daily climb. And give your family, just a little more time.

  • Author: redneckwriter (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2018 13:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • shafoli

    This is beautiful. Thank you.



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