They say that life is a journey
Must have heard that in the nunnery
I’m no expert; all I know is my story
And perhaps what I’ve acquired from history
From the pain I’ve caused for which I’m sorry
To the memories for which I was able bring joy
From the shoes that I wore and they gave me victory
To the fails, the tests and all the adversary
Resting on the saddle on my back for which I carry
And the skeletons in my closet for I which I wish I could burry
Lessons hard learned mostly when I was angry
Plus others acquired from all over sometimes involuntarily
Sad memories for moments in time watching allies rest in the cemetery
And tears shed as they read the obituary
Rare moments of lonely nights in the penitentiary
And confessions that are creepy and scary
Perilous journeys taken as a missionary
And miracles experienced and their mystery
Family fights and the never ending secrecy
And breathtaking reconciliations that are teary
All this and more, coming forth from the columns of my diary
Written with precision and minimal hurry
Sessions studied down through my ancestry
Presented to you in my artistic ability
A collection of lifetime experiences presented as my documentary
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