How crystal clear it still is in my mind,when the innocence of childhood carefully caressed my existence.
Extremely liable i was to hurtful find,
that even the injuries that i survived gave no recompense.
The value i now ascribe to life much blows my behind,
so much i like the present tense.
Now i sit by the riverside as the wind is kind,
it all makes perfect sense.
Poetry found me as i made to wind,
one side shall i speak from and not stand on the fence.
