Take note: it all started one early day in the fall.
A conundrum of a series of events began it all.
When a stranger took the call, deciding to take it on,
And served in the Army shortly from dusk up until dawn.
He had no resemblance to a warrior from the past,
Attacks slowly; honestly he wasn’t very fast.
But onward and onward did he engage in the fight,
One step at a time, struggling onward with might.
The story goes on if I remember, but to me, who really cares?
He’s no longer a man who seems to flare, nor dares,
And instead finds interest in poetry and word,
And sonnets, free verse, and speaking in the third.
Anyways, what’s the feeling that you feel today?
Random words rhyming, losing all timing.
Have you prayed? Where you are, do plan to stay?
Ability is limited, casually chiming.
Aiming, or losing, Does it ever matter if we lose it all,
Handed to our God, a livelihood, just so we can prove it all?
Freeing up the mind is never easy but it works a lot,
computers may be powerful, forever I am no robot.
Practice makes perfect.
In any given moment,
God is truly there.
