my life flowers like clover

its about my childhood

i remember the words of my grandmother

before she passed away

she told me to pray

and depend on myself and no other

dear grandmother

 

missundertanding my selfworth

i found it hard to find my voice

and made an unconcius choice

to wander aimlessly this earth

lost selfworth

 

a troubled childhood tried to leave me

defeated by meanness and lies

overcome with sadness and cries

but it never poisoned me with cowardice

IT NEVER POISIONED ME WITH COWARDICE

 

my child hood is now over

i clean out the cobwebs in my mind

i release the sands of time

there are new pages to turn over

my life flowers like clover

Author's Note

i realy would like some honest helpful criticism

Reviews

[Jason]

I enjoyed this piece greatly.....