Maybe it was the
'don't quit your day job'
so a greater entity said
'well you wouldn't' soooo
WHAMO…Heaaaarttt Attack
they called it a widow maker
leaving me time to write,
because well
I may not make money at it
but it is what I do, and love to do
So yes, I see rain
as liquid sunshine
yes I find night necessary for day
and I only got hit by lightning
after they put electronics in me
so what do you do with faith….
you wonder
beautifully at times
angrily at others
the electronics I had them take out
the meds I almost quit.
If its my time-
Its my time right?
Then I decided that instead of waiting to die
I'd live till I did
and be a real…something
Cee Bea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-real-something/
