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Mar 2017
A narration of an Author with many ideas
Then there’s a caution accompanied with fear
It was many stories to talk about
There was also bitterness turning into a bout
A few of the stories as they were
The Author describes that moment he was hit by a speeding car, and the impact could have been death
The inspiration was the Author still had time left
In between, there was sadness when his Mother died
He had no desire to live and loss all his pride
But the Author remembered his Mother told him often, it is God that you should abide
Yet the Author’s Mother had dignity and honor with divine inspiration that she did provide
His Mother’s living words, “Son, there will be words of utterance, but God is the life in calm and tolerance. Sorrow is only for a day, but tomorrow is the hope and reason to live. However do remember, don’t cry for me, but rejoice in the blessing that is to be. Heaven is and will always be inspiring to one’s soul and spirit and I am going home to be with thee. I lived my life abundantly and you already have the foundation of my uplifting advice.”
Well the Author became energized
His Mother’s true words he did realize
Wonders of behold of thy amazed
My Mother often would give God praise
His Mother’s spirit may have gone up, but the Author’s life was already planned being set up
No one knows what tomorrow will bring
Oh the Author learned well as continued living being the thing
The Author knows all about revolving chapters, but it is God in all that matters
Being committed to complete
Breaking barriers and overcoming defeat
The Author told the story straight
Some might present hate
Others don’t want to relate
Then again, it is about appreciate
But the narration stands by itself, and wasn’t late
Now one might want to debate
However, the Author brought the story together which we all can associate
But again to all readers to appreciate
Now the Author offers all of us advice, “Pull any book from any book shelf and feel inspired”
The truth is not to tire
Time limits are the persons with no time to spare
But the mission is, “Write when you can, and continue to control on when”.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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