Makeovers,
To Earth l have made anchor
my life devoting so much energy,
as days expired,
Licked my hides
fromblister wounds,
Injured hardships,
Licked all the consequencesl
of fist fights,
Blows of mistakes,
from posturing
too much as a crusader,
Indeed I'm a trooper
a boys scout,
Writer by professions,
Poetry my specialty,
Because it's an early obsession,
to be thiswriter's someday,
Someday someone will recognize,
This passion,
this wide imagination,
Something will come out
of this rationing,
If I can make earth listening,
And there will be changes,
Make overs
This life we're all living,
In life you care so much,
or so little about anything,
like poetry or making a difference,
as something of makeovers,
as a beginning crusader,
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If I can make earth listening, And there will be changes, Make overs This life we're all living, /// Yeah right you are; I think so