what can ya do?

I rose

I rose to bless the day
I shook at all prospects
I kneeled down to pray
for divinity to connect

I belted up
and laced up
and zipped up
and walked tough

to the day's chime.
Pitched awkward;
my walk a slanted frame
My talk waffled high to wayward:

'my boy, my son, my brother
I cant compare you to another
for you are what you are
guided by your brilliant star'

Fay Slimm
Unique write -- compelling from the very first line.

carol
excellent write