A poem by Daniel Bailey (aka) The Danman258
You see, I see.
I heard one young men say I was deep, and gifted.
The lady at the counter said I was polite and understanding.
The nurse at the hospital spoke of my bed side manners.
The guy at the piano bar said I was a talent to be seen.
I see!
A man now warning other, who was dumb in the past,
A man, whose rudeness caused him to lose more than he gained?
A man, who has pushed so many away, now clings and tries to bring people near.
I see a man, whose playing has been purged from warnings of old.
What will you see when I see.
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The Walk
Non-FictionFrom the time I was attacked, meaning when I learned what my X had done. Instead of going to the church I took a walk and God joined me. He showed me my life and he listened to me. I love walking and I believe that if you can't walk then God will fi...
