grow

I knew a man, i would love to know again, who has been changed, but not broken,
I knew a woman, who i would like something to remind her how not broken she could be,
I knew a boy who i knew could not tell me he saw who he should be, indeed,
I knew a girl who was so talented she did not believe who she could become,
I once knew a lady who saw that she feared the future that she could not be,
I once knew a gent who knew that he feared
The end of the path He could not see

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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