10 reasons to always carry loose change.

1. For self defense Let’s face it. In the city are no loose rocks, or sticks of anything to hit an attacker with, in case you need to. So, hold on to those coins, sweety. One day, you may need them 😊. 2. To keep your dignity There’s nothing worse than being caught in an… Continue reading 10 reasons to always carry loose change.

The Promise

THIS is a short poem about living to fulfill your purpose in life.

Fall Short.

InstagramCapture_7d77e947-afa0-499b-b3d8-5f2f15c55cb8I have been told I am one in a million.
I make mistakes times close to a million.
Times.  Apparently I never get.
Tired of humiliate.
Ing myself.
Mbu. I need help.
But how will I get.
If check.
Every wreck.
Every mistake.
Every misstep.
I make.
I take.
Every glass I break.
In my wake.
On my way.
To achieving something great.
Something great.
Something higher than I get.
If I get.
But I don’t get.
I don’t think I need to get!
His ways are higher than my ways.
My mistakes.
My missteps.
Am I on the right staircase?
If I take a step.
Step of faith.
Will I crash-land on my face?
Maybe yes.
Take a guess.
But nevertheless.
I say yes.
To a tough nother mistake.
Least I know which not to make.
Road not to take.
Word not to say.
If I dare speak.
It’s like Eleanor say.
Mrs. Roosevelt.
Do what your heart say.
Haters hate anyway.
So I’m on my way.
Making the same mistakes.
To you.
But all the while learning something new.
Something good.
Something that gives me a clue.
For the next step.
I fall short but we all do.
Maybe more than others I do.
But how will I get if I do.
Isn’t that the highest form of falling short?

Mirror, Mirror!

Mirror, Mirror on the wall. I find my self to be small. To be not sure yet at all. If I’m part or if I’m all. Mirror, mirror on my dirty wall. I have risen every time I fall. But dirt it doesn’t wash out all. Mistakes still haunt this hall. Mirror, mirror on my… Continue reading Mirror, Mirror!