POEMโ˜€

Poem
I’ve picked my path
But still not worried to wander
Or stray
As along as I do my work
A little everyday
I’ve bought my tools and know how to use
Years of practice and self abuse
Didn’t pick an easy path
That of a drunken musician at night
And a working smith by day
No one ever said it was an easy way
I’m stubborn as an old mule
some say
Many an ex will tell you today
I live my life to the beat of my own drum
But following my path and sacrificed many a year to become what I am today
Thank you Lord for every sunrise I see
Please keep me humble and free .
T E 5/29/16๐Ÿ•Š

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