Try

20170815_041836I’ve seen way too much of life

I was around when aids was that

Virus they couldn’t kill,watched to

Many people die,no one every enjoys

A funnel,that hollow sound when

The dirt hits the casket or when

The person is laying in your tears

Getting a call in the middle of the nite

Living an hour away,making it there

With time to spare just to say goodbye

No one goes to school to learn what

I have,oh God there’s so much more…..

The bad side of midnight,to a man telling me I better pay him or he’ll

Beat with my own arm,as the song is sung Otis says

Try a little

Tenderness

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