– always a lesson –

In spite of weeping willows

and sleeping on pillows,

hope keeps my motor runnin’.

A fall from grace cannot be such

if grace wasn’t yours at all.

In spite of this spoiled milk,

this damaged satin and silk,

love keeps my machine gunnin’.

Growing pains will ache much

if you plan to grow so tall.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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