On A Wing and A Prayer
A very private piece I posted on my Public Blog, this morning. Please come and tell me what you think.
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On A Wing and A Prayer
I came into this world on a wing and prayer.
Soon my innocence robbed, my spirit I don't know where.
Born by anger, confusion and sin.
I hid my pain, and my fear I kept within.
During my youth, my innocence all but gone,
By tortured events through a series of wrongs.
Alcohol and Drugs was my way to cope each day.
Getting past Father Time, this seemed to be my way!
Sex was something I enjoyed when I felt lost.
Substituting for loneliness with no real cost.
It wasn't soon enough a child's birth saved my life.
A special young man I am proud to see in this light.
I can tell you that little spirit, he helped me find a way.
With the help of my angels and special friends of a past day.
Courage is a part of my faith I try to keep in stride.
Bringing pride to those
My adult years are winding down slowly, I am afraid to say.
Golden youth shares my spirit, my soul is ready to call it a day.
So, when my days have come to a welcome end.
On A Wing and A Prayer
Don Matthews
Fri 2nd Aug 2019 00:26
" As a poet, we write to stir emotion; we hope the reader will feel from the words we put together. Between the flow of a piece, the rhyme and subject the reader should feel something. Otherwise, the writer has missed his mark"
Oh Belinda, I couldn't agree more.....