1956allen Poetry (3)

I was a little boy
Now I am grown
Wished I had listened to the things I was told
Life use to come so easy
and seemed to be so free
now nothing easy and the ends never meet
I was a little boy
now I am grown
living on the streets
because I have no home
life use to come so easy
and seemed to be so free
still nothing comes easy
but I'm back on my feet

Struck from behing after leaving the road. By a drunkend cage driver, pulling one hell of a load. Slid down the left fender right into the door. Screaming at the cager go right some more. yanking and jerking trying to break free. Next thing I knew took a left into me. For some strange reason I could'nt explain. My bike just done one hell of a thing as if grabbed by some power and could'nt let go. I dove off my bike and went into a roll. Thought it was over my roll set me free but I knew I was wrong with the trailer over me. counted four rolls maybe even five. Dont really matter just glad to be alive! With my eye on the cager as he slide to a stop. I hollered to lary go call a cop! I looked back there was a second cager running close behind. I know what I saw and i'm telling no lies. That second cager swerved to make sure that i died. I grabbed my hair to raise my head. Damn good thing or i'd be dead. I hollered at some friends who were standing in gaze. That M.F tried to put me away as he flew by cager one I thought he flashed his lights for a job well done.

Lend me your ear, and I'll tell you about fear. These are the words from a deer. I'm old and I'm gray and I'm here to say theat its fear that got me this way. From the time that I was young I had learned how to run, from the man in the woods with the gun so fears on my side, fear makes me hide. And I feel fear deep down inside now lend me your ear and I'll tell you about fear.
These are the words from a deer I hear every step, I never forget, Iuse fear and not regret. So learn to use fear thats what you hear. These are the words from a deer.