A poem by Daniel Bailey (aka) The Danman258
The Walk of Ages
I hear sounds of muttering voices.
Warning of things, premonitions, and could if’s.
They appear louder as time passes through thin walls of skin.
Pray, comes from many faces in my mind.
Forgive, echoes through my feet to my falling hairs.
Learn, crawls through my veins to my arms thus my heart.
Give, buckles my knees and lowers my back to my spine.
Love, overflows my face, hence the smile on my face.
My essences is filled with the sounds that came from the old, the kind, the caring, and the lives that passed by my world.
So forgive me, as I pass you by, and leave these words with you.
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The Walk
Non-FictionFrom the time I was attacked, meaning when I learned what my X had done. Instead of going to the church I took a walk and God joined me. He showed me my life and he listened to me. I love walking and I believe that if you can't walk then God will fi...
