My life lost, without hope
walking a road of weed and dope
worry on my heart like a mountain
Bring back my youth fountain
the roses smelt in a lifelong
the smell of home, where I belong
that touch of grace or touch of bless
And now I am 70 maybe less.
From my journey, I know one thing
do not de-attach let your phone ring
in life your people are the spring
Just keep in touch don't lose the string.
©asay
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