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Sorry I already learned to dance...
I am not one who cares much or any,
about other people's possessions,
I believe to each his or her own,
and it is so, without my intervention,
there can be no earthly price,
that's worth, putting on my soul,
Aware that promises,
are designed, to comfort fools,
that without wisdom,
the fool uses, his foolish tools,
and I am waiting, to see that horse
that will again, turn into a mule.
This is what makes it difficult,
for all those that are like me,
to find the good life, that was promised,
not settling for that which, cannot be seen,
believing that every mother,
must be the best mom, she could be.
Believing just as well that a father,
must be, the best darn dad, he could ever,
If you are a brother or sister,
whether same or different parents,
that's how it should be forever,
letting love, be the common denominator.
I have already learned to dance,
am not covetous, or jealous of anyone
whether its worked for, or its inheritance,
if there were no good reason,
to discard of me at birth, or before
its unfathomable, having that chance anymore.
At this age and while on this stage,
being already weathered and grown,
expecting me to pretend,
about, that which I already know,
sorry , whether it 's mother, father,
brother or sister, this way, I am not going.
I moved ahead, with levels that are
so far advanced, not like those,
who chooses to dance with ignorance,
misery, pain and anger, while knowing,
that death lurks with every step,
and this dance may last forever.
So it's Sorry , I have already learned how to dance.