You, Yourself

There’s good and bad in everything I guess that’s just
the way of this thing we call life but without pain
and sorrow we wouldn’t learn anything, we need a
little rain in our lives for our souls to grow still
even in the dark there are traces of light And You,
Yourself can be a beacon of light for another if it’s
just to give them some hope to cope when in times of
trouble and misery has them not knowing up from down
you yourself can create a miracle if it’s just to
give someone a helping hand…sometimes we all need a
helping hand so be a friend and when you need a
friend to see you through you will find someone to
stand by you…It’s just like that old saying you
gotta take the good with the bad tired of living,
scared of dying it’s like we’re caught somewhere in
between but faith and prayer is a powerful thing and
You, Yourself can create miracles we are only a little
lower than the Angels and even on those cold and
starless nights there are still traces of light…

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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