Afraid
There once was a man who was afraid he wouldn't make the grade, in the past he'd been betrayed so he spent most of his time in the shade, playing charades.
Then along came a real babe, who's name was Jade who he paid and did get laid but he was also played. Now mind and body are starting to degrade, he might have come out better drinking raid.
Now life he tries to evade, feeling like sitting on a granade as the tears cascade, his life's portrayed a masquerade.
So he went to himself and prayed, from out of the blue came aid, the things in life he weighted, then arrayed, he's now on a crusade.
Whenever you become afraid because you have strayed and run into a blockade while the consequences are coming in spades, remember most of. Your problems, You Made.
But you can always upgrade like the man who went to himself and prayed. Now his life is arrayed and he's on a wonderful crusade.
So beware of escapades, you can very easily get played.
Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2017
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