When You Think To Judge MeA Poem by Wesley DinglerI've never lived life out of a suitcase But I have lived out of a clothes basket. You can get used to how that soup tastes Or you can get buried in a closed casket. And that's the gospel according to me. I lived for four months in a pop tent With a shotgun and a box of shells by my side. And after all the love I had spent The woman I loved still wouldn't be my bride. And that's a hard pill to swallow. Live long enough and you'll agree. I've never been down to just my shoelace But I have seen my heart sink in a rose casket. And when you'll give anything to greet a new face You don't really care what the devil's askin'. When you reached the end of your rope And you have nothing left but a hope Maybe then you'll see. Then we'll have a lot more in common. And maybe you'll think less When you think to judge me. © 2024 Wesley DinglerReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 16, 2024 Last Updated on February 16, 2024 AuthorWesley DinglerALAboutI was born in Central Alabama February 27, 1985. I'm a Piscean and love it. I began writing poetry and child stories at age nine. I began home schooling after the Sixth Grade, having a lot of troub.. more..Writing
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