After surviving the worst of times, it's often hard to take the first step toward a happier, more fulfilling life.


(I'd love for someone talented to put this poem to music, rap or rock.)

 (Drawing by Rose Marie Boyd)

Never Too Late

 Rolled out the dice, took a chance on life;
The cubes crapped out, caused all kinds of strife.
Rode out the storm, survived the rough patch,
Walkin' on eggs till some good breaks hatch.

Waitin' for answers, as the handles turn,
Watchin' time fly, as the hours burn.
Gonna rise up, slip into fresh shoes,
Tap a new song, no more singin' the blues.


 Copyright 2014 by Rose Marie Boyd

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