I SEE A MAN,WHO HAS TRAVEL A ROAD,OF MANY ROCKS AND PEBBLES.PICKING UP THE HEAVIEST AND CARRYING IT ALONG THE WAY.IT WOULD SEEM SO EASY TO PICK UP THE LITTLEST STONE,AND PLACE IT IN HIS POCKET.WHY HE DID'NT WHO CAN SAY.BUT,GOD KNEW ONLY THE FATE BESTOWED UPON HIM.HE LOVE AND LOST OF MANY WHO MADE HIS LIFE COMPLETE.HE GAVE THEM ALL HIS ALL.HE DID WHAT ALL GOOD MEN DO,TAKE CARE OF HIS OWN.AND ASK LITTLE OF NOTHING.HE WORKED AND TOILED,THROUGHOUT HIS DAYS.LIFE WAS COMFORTABLE,WHERE HE LAID.I SEE IN THIS POET,A MAN,THAT HEART HEAVY WITH DESPAIR,AND BEGGING FOR PEACE,AND ARMS TO HOLD HIM WHEN THE NITES SEEM SO LONGAND THE DAYS BE FILLED WITH THE LOVE OF LIFE HE ONCE HAD.AND WITH MOMENTS OF THOUGHTS SOON WOULD GIVE UP THE LIFE HE WORE.TO THE HONOR OF DESPAIR.HE SET AMONG THE DIM LITES,AND WONDER WHY,SUCH A LIFE BESEECH HIS SOUL.KNOWING THAT GODS DECISIONS,IS FOR US TO ONLY TO EXCEPT,AND NOT TO QUESTION.HE SET THE PEN DOWN,VOW TO NEVER PICK IT UP AGAIN,AND SPEAK OF WORDS,OF LOVE,JOY,AND OF GRACE.BUT,WITHIN THE THOUGHTS OF GIVING UP,AN ANGEL WAS SENT TO EASE THE PAIN,TO FREE HIS SOUL,AND LOOK FOR HOPE.THE WALL THAT SET HIM FROM ALL WHO WANTED TO ONLY LOVE HIM,WOULD SOON BE GONE.AND ONCE AGAIN HE SHALL PICK UP THE PEN AND SAY HIS HEART.AND HIS SMILE IS MORE,HIS SOUL IS ENLIGHTEN.AND HIS SWEET WORDS FILLS THE HEART OF ALL WHO READS.ONLY BECAUSE AN ANGEL WALKED IN THE NIGHT.I DONT THINK SO.I DO BELIEVE THAT FATE GIVES US A QUICK TWIST,AND THEN BACK AGAIN.I DO KNOW THIS,THAT POET,AS TOOK THIS HEART AND MADE IT STRONG WITH HIS WORD,AND IF ALL I CAN GIVE HIM BACK HIS MY LOVE,THEN IT SHALL BE,FOR I TRULLY LOVE THIS POET REACHING DEEP IN ME.
