Luck smiles on those who take.
Life is what you yourself make.
Its your fault, off course you shake.
Don't blame me for your mistake.

What you gain is what you reap.
Wether in light or the bleak.
Waste not life and slowly creep.
Nor gain just one giant leap.

Good fortune is that of he,
in hos mind finds simple glee,
in love or song or pas-tries.
Thats the one I'd rather be.

Poetry by Andy
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Written on 2007-11-13 at 22:45

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful flow and rhyme.

GREAT write.


Kathy Lockhart
very nice rhythm here Andy. I would rather eat the pastry. : )