I sit in my house, feeling quite cold My memory so clear but nothing resolved I think of my life, my precious childhood Remember what happened when I was involved I learned how to swim, ride a bike and run Write poems and stories and read so much Rode horses, loved sheep, kept lots of mice Loved cats and dogs which I just wanted to touch It’s far far away, I’ve lost some memory But writing is now, it’s me in recovery I can think of my future and write all my thoughts Ride a bike, love cats and dogs, climb up a tree Just go for a drive, keep loving the country Walk by a stream or climb up a hill I’m at the top, I’m feeling I’m good This feeling is mine, my perfect free will So to keep me warm I must keep on writing Poems, short stories, a novel or two Writing is my future, my every day To all those who read, thank you, thank you!
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