Inside this small room is only a few important thing’s a dust pan,mop, and an Ole sweeping broom. These are made as cleaning tool’s, as everything in life has Direction’s and Rule’s , These are made for sweeping away dust,dirt,and other Debris as everything in God’s world must be cleaned. This window in front of me ,their’s a whole new world out side to see, Once ,I was young and Vibrant ,I could run jump and go any where ,Like a pirate ,over this big ball we call our world.doing jumping jack’s and hurl’s. Now I take myself out of this small room, Too place’s on the other side of this world ,with a pen,paper in one hand ,I’ve put away the broom and dust pan. I can be on an air plane flying, too Istanbul Turkey, meeting a Handsome man of my Dream’s, I can take a walk for mile’s it seem’s , I could skate on the Board walk in California Bay, But I’m just sitting here Dreaming today. I can meet all kind’s of Folks from here to their, Speak of Language’s I’d never dare, I can hop a ship over the Ocean to ten buck two, But I can’t turn these page’s of time back even for you. I’ve had broken Heart’s and Broken Dish’s, but I’d never trade my life for a thousand wish’s, God has granted us all just one, From the Mother’s womb the day we were Born, I have used mine with the Hand of father Time , Time is near for some more so . From this world we all must go , Forgiveness is a Cleaning Tool, this was God’s greatest Rule.
Written By —Susan Smith 07/19/2015