Your life is yours, my friend
yours to interpret in a way that you deem fit
It is not of your father
not of your mother
nor is it for your LIFE PARTNER
Heed my words, follow your heart
cause that is where your true driver resides
You are but a vehicle driven over
a definitive and unforseen territory
by an unseen and divine driver.
--
28 Nov 2006
A poem written for my son who was looking at me as he was pulled away from me by his mother
Monday, December 18, 2006
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