We all have been labeled,
Tossed our dirt, around a table,
On our journey, to our final day,
We think about our past,
Times, we thought would last,
Those, who helped guide us,
When our soul, was low on gas,
Call them special angels,
When they come around,
They share ideas, and thoughts,
To guide us, help us pass the situation,
Holding us down.

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                              ­                   The original: Tom Maxwell 3/6/20/25 AD