Thursday, November 8, 2007

STEPPING STONES

So Careful Were When You,
How Could The Blunder Be Made?
Is It Because Of You,
That Your Hand Work Is Not Paid.


High And Soaring Waves Of Thought,
Born In Soul, Brain And Heart.
Big Dreams And Desires To Be Sought,
Riding ,Not In A Bullet But A Cart.


Thrive On Fame Success And Pleasure,
Is Not Real But A Shadowy Bliss,
Be Real And Acclaim Your Treasure,
With Work , To Get Well Deserved Kiss.


Unkept Knots And Empty Words,
Is Like Rattling ,Grotesque Doors
Pining And Hurting Your Heart Like Swords.
And Pouring Red Liquid From Sores.


Chances And Yours Nuances Are There,
You Ought To Learn And Improve,
Work, Try And Never Lose Hope,
So That Any Day You May Prove.

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