A positive attitude, can turn a storm into a sprinkle.
Life is a challenge, and I'm staying in the game to win.
A poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge.
There may be troubled waters along the many paths my life shall take, but only I as a man, may keep my vessel afloat, and guide myself straight.
I choose not to place "DIS," in my ability.
If my body were a tree trunk, the rings would surely reveal the time it has had to mature.