By Walt Walton
Time lapse soliloquy, bitter sweet poetry
Several Melodies bring old memories back
Sitting outside on the front porch, questioning God like, “Where you at?”
Moms gone, & father never comes around
Feeling lost, will I ever be found?
A lot going on, every time I look around
I no longer flinch we I hear gun shots, because I become immune to the sound
To studious to become a product of my environment
Don’t know if I’m good enough in sports, to receive a scholarship
Brain storming of ways I can escape, watching adults continue to make mistakes
That’s why I’ve always been driven by my faith
Thankful for the roof over my head, clothes on my back, & food on my plate
Crack epidemic mixed up the whole system
Parents become addicts & kids fall victim
Crime bill got the neighborhood looking like a minefield
Fatherless homes, teens on birth control, lo & behold as sin unfolds
All fallen short to the glory of God like dominos
I’m just an Innocent child, with my mind exposed
Like what’s done in the dark, or when the closets closed, vanity of all vanities
My hearts discomposed, but those “red letters” always help me feel rejuvenated
Beauty in the struggle, I’m just happy I made it
Recollect my thoughts like, I’m just a kid who am I to judge
In the mist of it all, one thing I always knew, by my Heavenly Father I’m forever loved