if anyone should dream br of writing my life story br let it be known the dash br between the past and the present br are years that carry streams of tears br and basket full of camellion feaces br into which I stepped and cannot efface br br they were days I loved but was not loved br there were moments I prayed br but there was no god to hear me br always and all the time I cried aloud br but br there were no tears flowing to make a big sea br so my days came and went like a pencil of smoke br lost in the thin air br br if you should care to write this story br just let it be known br there were times I walked down the road br like I had no legs br yet there was the need to get somewhere br br there were occasions I run so fast as if I had no breathe br and do not forget br the road was slippery yet I had to stand the ground br at times I did made a fall but I had to stand straight with only a smile br br if you care to know br there were times the load was just too heavy br the road just too long br but when my heart pangs I just gather my loins br and move on......