Some That Escaped

In the struggle to be a part of life;

Mans dreams are cut from him, by societies knife.

It's not a blade, of steel or gold,

It is the heart, that beats blood cold.

But, even through the years of pain,

There are the few, that can exclaim,

"I will escape!"



And as their life, goes on and on.

They learn to live, for their own song.

While others take and never bring,

The 'scaped will play their tune and sing.

And, when they turn, and leave for home,

Their song has not lost it's tone;

For, they have escaped.



And to the ones, that are themselves;

Who take their thoughts, from the shelves,

And spread them all, far and wide;

To your hearts, you've never lied.

You have escaped...



BluesPreacher

I'll give you the number to your local Priest...I suggest you call him right away so Linda Blair doesn't spin out of your head and spew on all of us!

You should really get some sleep

I like the heart you drive.
Encouragement.

I think you're right. LOL

nice poem

You are a dear lady

thank you jimz