I would mention the one where heartaches and pain linger, waiting to
pounce on us like a cat with a small bird
If I did write about the other side of life I would mention how some
friends were thieves of everything precious, the things that only those who get
real close know about; And then like a true enemy, they suck the little bit of joy and peace
and financial security that you have quietly amassed. Strangers and thieves and marketers didn’t
even know about your little stash of precious things, but a close friend knows
Some are willing to take it all and step out beyond the truth to crush
you like a sheepsfoot roller crushes gravel , that way they won’t be found out
what they did or how they did it
Even their fear of God was set aside and replaced by the corruption of
laughter at the suffering of the innocent
Old age and death will win the race of letting another in so close
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