"chaild" poems
When life kick you down the street
Like a football with its spiny boot
Shove your mouth and nose - unease
To ***** muddy albumen, licking the mucous
In these chaild,
Eat the heart of a lion, never go wild.
When life feed you
With cactus and hot coal
Wear on you rags, no shoes
And river of tears to your eyes-bank deposited
In these chaild,
Befriend Noah's dove, never go wild.
When life race you across the country track
With no show-dime of a can as trophy
And your contender who race not half a round
Wins a golden trophy, laughing at your lime
In all these chaild,
Marry to yourself a tortoise, never go wild.
Many Great, you see today at the top ladder
Are victims of life sour-lime
Yet, they wore the boot of courage,
Put on the garment of hope,
Body-armour of patience
And now! Ladybug lives in their nest for never going wild
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC