About the hard times, and fighting.

Although you try to forget the body remembers pain.

If money is no object was a phase I heard as a young person it has a whole new meaning now that I am an adult it is my plan.

Part of my life story..

…and doin’ lots of it… An American man laughs while struggling to survive.

A feeling of hopelessness in a sea of troubles.

Struggles Of Life.

We need a real friend to share our happiness and sadness.

This poem was written during a dark period in my life. It’s about having ever door of opportunity shut in your face. No one to turn to in your time of need, and people with no compassion to help. Basically feeling alone, lost, and depressed.

Sometimes it seems, well these days anyway, that we can never keep up.