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Saturday, August 7, 2010

The Mission

Its no longer for me,
its for my son and grandchildren.
Who's willing to hear,
and listen to

Old cries on earth
from flames of fear
burning my spirit
with ambers of doubt.

Each chocking , grasping
dying breath
while drowning in regret.

Regrets so pitiful and infectious
it poisoned my life
the hearts of loves dreams.

Who gave love and cherished me
even though I bit and chomped
on all extended hands.

Its all for my son and my grands,
and who's willing to hear,
the triumphs of life, the victory's of life,
and the struggle to overcome odds.

This is my mission, my position in life
to give and not take,
and be proud of it.

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