The price of freedom

After more than thirty years of raising children

She was released

To find, be true, and explore her self

The excitement of not knowing what would be next

was quickly fading into a pool of fear

She always she knew she would wind up dying alone

Karma is a b***h that way

Bringing you, just as you think you have the bull by the horns,

to your knees,

You wrongly lived your life trying to being good,

yet the highway to hell is paved with good intentions,

in reality you should of took care of yourself

It would of made life so much easier for everyone

but now I think it's too late

 

 

 

 

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[Tony]

The sicknesses of mankind know no boundaries.
Most cannot bare to look upon it with long sight.
Blessed is he who does, for he is healed by the seeing.
Oh, the adventures of our generation!
This is becoming a journey of poem and paragraph,
Carry on then!

[Matthew Kult]

Never. Never too late.

Best advice I can give you is the realization that it is never too late.

Regards,

Matthew