Old Seasoned Crazy

 I am no longer given grace to grow.

My seed is stopped

...wilted and n o longer expected to flower

My confusion

My confounding no longer vogue

Just a reflection 

Of my late hour. 

Missteps cannot be corrected

I know.

That is their perspective 

It shows.

And my life my steps my light 

In Divine Time

 still grows.

Move, as you do

Move as you need 

Loving life and your tilling 

Your Soil n

Seed.

Steadfast honest true.  

JustBeingMe

Certified feat. Bilal

THaT THuMP

FLow a Guadeloupe