Lifes Choices

He that by the plough would thrive He must either hold or drive For age, want to save while you may No mornings lasts a whole day Get what you can and what you get you hold Tis in a stone that would turn all your lead into gold Therefore he ruled by me i pray Save something for a rainy day If by trifling or fritter it all away You will be poor and hungry by the next day Thus you will be tempered to steal from others away In turn, you will be in the devil's grasp Then on you will have no choice but to do whatever he asks Your soul will be held in the devil's vessel Deep down in the hottest part of hell

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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