Poem -

WHEN LIFE REALLY IS WORTH LIVING

His struggles in his life on a path few would have to choose to make...

When you think you've had enough and not much more you think you can take...

When living for a dream seems impossible...

When only making it possible...

When life really is worth living...

Then anything really is possible...

Hugs...

sparrowsong
 

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Shirley Rebstock

Love your poem and the amazing story and the young fellow's beautiful voice. 

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

I did too when I saw it...

I thought it was very encouraging and his will to strive and thrive...

As the woman told him he's amazing I agree...

Glad you enjoyed!

Thank you very much for your comment and support!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Larry Ran

My Dear Sweet Sparrowsong,

Sometimes life overwhelms us
And we question if living we will do
Some of us make that fateful decision
That our loved ones ever rue

Hugs, Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Cherie...

I had a very busy summer and I have some time to catch up, as much as I can...

I'm glad you enjoyed!

Best Wishes and Blessings!

Love n Hugs

sparrowsong

 

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