Every Man
By Gunslinger
I ask my self more often- With every passing year... The point of my existence, What am I doing here? Nobody ever thought that I Would live to twenty-five... That was over twenty years ago And somehow I survive. Survival isn't living I guess it's marking time- I try to ease another's load- By giving them my rhyme. People often ask me- What's true? and what is not? To be completely honest- I guess that I forgot... I've lived a lot of what I write- I've known a lot of pain- I've known the feel of hunger- And sleeping in the rain. I've seen my share of country- Experienced some grief. I know a bit of heartache- And bitter unbelief... If I must be identified... Then this is where I stand- I am your conscience, and your guide: I guess I'm "Every Man". Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 04:03 PM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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