Ten years ago, My Life was normal,
With Wife, & three little boys,
My biggest worry, was Walking at night,
And falling, over Little Toys.
Foster parenting, was so Precious,
I Loved my Sweet, Little Jessie Lee,
HRS took him, And In two months ,
He was Bouncing on Jesus Knee.
Publicity this Precious Boy, We Loved,
Was known, nearly everywhere,
To protect Our Kids, From the State's Revenge,
We had to get out of there.
A car wreck, has set the motion,
For disability, two years later,
Unemployment, followed two more years,
While pain kept getting greater.
Michael Broom, Fixed Old Humpty Dumpty,
And in time, Returned my Health,
My New Lease on Life, Restored my Pride,
So I could Toil, for my Wealth.
But like a Nomadic, Tribe of the desert,
There was no place, To Lay my head,
With Great Despair, and Black Clouds Above,
I only wished, that I were Dead.
My First Wife left me, In a trailer,
And I cried a million Tears.
My life has Ended, In One lost marriage,
Gone after twenty-three Years.
Three years lonely, I become a writer,
Of stories & Little Tales.
I wrote poetry of Beautiful Sunsets,
And Great, Big spouting whales.
I thought I found my True Love,
But but Love Ended in the Mud,
Nine Months from the beginning,
'Twas the Last of the Forever Love.
So Again I Reach, For my Courage,
And As I Lift Myself with Pride.
I will stand alone, With Encouraging Friends,
And My Precious Lord, Beside.
My Lord may have, another Plan,
For me to follow along,
And I will continue my earthly struggles,
Until at Last, My Breath, has gone.
