SWINGING MY SOUL FROM A POLE
By far,
I have grown,
I no longer look for pleasure,
I create it,
I make it happen,
Some days it’s difficult,
Some days ain’t half bad,
But I put my soul into the universe,
I walk proudly with my marching band,
I stomp my feet,
I pound my chest,
Things happen because I am blessed,
Humbly I keep a calm tone,
I hear drama calling,
But I don’t pick up the phone,
Call Ended…
Poem by: Richardo A. Wilson
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Thanks for reading,
Richardo A. Wilson
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