Battling
certain elements, I strive on and on,
Surviving
by using my whit and not the gun,
Manoeuvring
within my means and capability
Surpassing
expectations of my susceptibility.
I
was sadly generalising corporal punishment
A
means of harassment to me being innocent,
But
often I cut myself with a long, sharp knife,
Suffering
without my common-in-law wife.
I
was aghast at my past, sometimes I was free
From
having a grave and insane mentality,
And
I was to rationally think of she and me,
But
my perceptions were miss-directions,
As
she can have suspicions of my intentions,
But
I am honest and without any pretensions.
©
Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017
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Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Sometimes we have to strive for what we want and need in life Andrew. A great read.
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We certainly do Yvonne, you are not wrong. Thank you. Blessings. Love love, Andrew.
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