Thursday, February 6, 2014

Whatever sets you free


.

 A child is a seedling…
A grown up is a tree…
Somewhere in the middle…
Is just little old me…

 Sitting here in the snow…
Thinking with my fragile soul…
Considering all the little shit…
That combines to make me whole…

 Don’t sweat the small stuff…
Walk softly and carry a big stick…
When given your own choice…
Always build with bricks…

 Brick stands the test of time…
Icy snows and gusty flows…
Be the structure standing tall…
When the cold wind blows…

 Be the mighty wind…
Be the mighty tree…
Sometimes you just have to be…
Whatever sets you free…

.

 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

.
http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/

.

From Wilkinsburg, Pa

.

ME and the Boss

.

.

.

.

..

No comments:

Post a Comment