Late Again

I woke up late

i rolled outta bed

wow my hair was a mess

i quickly got dressed

holy cow no time for chow

i am late again

i just can’t win



I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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6 Responses to Late Again

  1. Suggestion! try setting an alarm! 🙂 Nice little poem
    Have a good weekend ~Sue

  2. stump3d says:

    Story of my life too, bro. Too many late nights 🙂

    • Yes so true, This was my life before i got put into this wheelchair, i am done feeling sorry for myself and now moving on!-Bradley

      • stump3d says:

        I may not know how it really is to be in your shoes but more and more places are becoming handicapable-friendly. I once saw a show where they featured a series of flats dedicated to people on wheelchairs – like everything’s got to be within reach so they’re low and such. Maybe you’d get more fuel for your poems. You’d have more life experience to draw from.

  3. Hey, Bro
    you are right i am now writing a piece on being in a chair, all the thing you go though, rehab etc.
    and before being in a chair. you have a good spirit and your poems are out of site. i always look
    forward to being on your site. Bradley

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