Jun 2015
A I G A
There.. always
Straying never
Like the fingers upon my hand-I can confidently count on them
Like slow service at the counter-they keep me in line
Just like the horizon to the Sun,
the ground beneath my feet,
or that baboon on pride rock-they elevate me,
Time will fade away....
As will possessions...
Memories won’t..
Ever.
There.. always
Straying never
Like the fingers upon my hand-I can confidently count on them
Like slow service at the counter-they keep me in line
Just like the horizon to the Sun,
the ground beneath my feet,
or that baboon on pride rock-they elevate me,
Time will fade away....
As will possessions...
Memories won’t..
Ever.
No matter how far ahead you get in life, no matter how many digits are in your bank account or how much fame you may acquire-remember your roots. Never forget those who sacrificed for you, who paved the way for you & who love you regardless of prestige. Family first.
