See,this is a road without cars,
where all we need is to push forward.
We be like jars of clay,livin by only hope,
...to break anytime we could
Hurray!
A new job in the offing
a new car,
a wife,or husband,
kids!
But,it becomes stifflin
disgustin,when hard things comeby
faces wither,
eyes wet,
bodies chime
Then comes the rain,the hapiness,
blessin,
well,i could go on paintin this picture
Coz words never grow on trees in my sculpture
see,whatever u do,ENJOY LIFE.
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
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