Tuesday, 20 June 2017

A Change For The Better

I used to stammer and stutter,
While I was living in the gutter,
As in socialising with the notorious
Rendering my faculties as frivolous.

I got paranoid of their endeavours,
Searching for their illicit treasures,
I went on my own way which was not to sway
As I came to face yet another day at play.

I searched for myself, suffering ill-health,
But with a blessing of a wealth of stealth
I have climbed to heights sought after
By studying hard and being a grafter.

I've now come out of my shell, from my own hell
Of being susceptible to being unwell,
I have overcome tribulations of delegations
Of medical subjection's for observations.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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