My
friend Peter used to be notorious,
A
street fighter mostly always glorious,
He
used to live on the streets of London
Where
he and a Mate would fight for fun
He
knew a clan who looked after him,
While
he committed himself to their sin,
But
he since has trouble from deep within
And
struggles with the battles to aptly win.
He
adores his respectful Kin,
And
cherishes his Children,
He
cannot run and have fun
But
he still can enjoy the sun.
He
is cared for by some others
Like
his Sisters and Brothers:
He
has had many a Lady lover
And
still loves his Kid’s Mother.
He
has now many sad fears
As
he is getting on in years,
But
he believes in our Saviour
And
adheres to His behaviour.
©
Andrew Stevenson 31/07/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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