Full Life

Full Life

A Poem by unclecharlie

My life has been so full,
Not a year that was dull,
Death and destruction always at hand,
Alone is where I most often would stand,
Friends that slipped away,
Some that only wanted to pray,
I knew clearly why,
As I watched one friend die,
They only wanted death,
Couldn't handle one more breath,
Then like bugs others came,
Just to see what they could claim,
Never a friend that was true,
Only room for one never two,
Then I thought it all would change,
That's when life got really strange,
Offers came off the wall,
From people I didn't know at all,
Some I thought that I should take,
That was just another mistake,
Another road full of pain,
Another life down the drain,
It was never about what I knew,
Only the bad that I could do,
It was hard to play a different hand,
And leave the only life I could understand,
It was still all up to me,
Some how I had to break free,
Days turned into years,
Pains turned into fears,
It all seemed to escalate,
But not much longer could I wait,
No education so to speak,
What career could I seek,
Then I read a book,
A different road I then took,
Everything at first seemed odd,
Who was this guy they called God,
How come this man I couldn't see,
Made it clear that he Loved me,
With every word that I read,
I came alive nor longer dead,
Then He gave is son to die,
That alone made me cry,
Every place that I would break,
Out the book I would take,
I would read a little more,
It was always better then before,
Alone I no longer ride,
I have Jesus on my side!




An Uncle Charlie Original

© 2008 unclecharlie


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unclecharlie
unclecharlie

Palm Coast, FL



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Here is just a little about me. I have lived a life of choices and disappointments. Never counting on anyone but myself. I have had lots of alone time and lots of hard knocks. What doesn't kill us wil.. more..

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