I CAN be wise.
but I'm also a bit of A FOOL.
worrying and grieving like a tool.
I'm someone's clown.
for that I should feel totally. radical.
even for a few days my senses were on sabbatical.
still grieving.
a jester of jesters.
but now I can chill.
cause I finally see the woman a thrill.
a beauty chose me ramming but slow speed.
and God met the need.
happy.
hint:
( little creative guilt trips really keep me straight)
(and I must be patient enjoy the feeling and wait)
©redic
R