J Jay Samuel Davis

Lost child

You can give them another chance, or you can forgive, let go, and give yourself a better chance.


When I was young, I used the stairs; I’d jump and run without no cares, I’d get up some. Then I found, I slipped or was knocked to the ground, So, I kept trying, years passed by, I’d run upstairs and try to fly, And when, each time, I reached the stair, That wobbled, I was knocked from there, I grabbed onto the rails some, I tried a lot, but scratched my bum. Many times I’m knocked out good, And then I’d wake, and, yes, I would, try again, more years went by And bruised also, I’d try and try.
Well, now, I need to rest, I think I tried my best, But some, I think, don’t have a lot, Of luck to climb these stairs, I got the body now both tired and broke, And when I move, it hurts.Β  I poked my stiff joints, and they pull now, And many friends say, β€œTry somehow, And keep it up with broken bones, With years of tired, depressed moans.”I look up at them by and by, And that is when I start to cry.

By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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