Mooch

Alone from the beginning, struggling mostly, alone begging for food till its all gone ,had a stepper to help raise me then they too were gone .I had to struggle from the beginning then struggle all along. Left home at sixteen had to. had no home scene ,only had a vision to follow a dream, dreams fade and bad times remain but all in all kept my chin up your are who you are and I somehow seamed to be nice,nice felt right, it seemed to keep me in the game there were some good moments,they're the best they are the ones I remember they stand out from the rest, the sad ones seem to just blend like a long slow song ,but the good ones are like a dance, fast brief and happy. A fresh rhythm, a fresh lively beat, it feels so good makes it all complete.Then there were the children to keep me company.To occupy my days and humor me at night, they helped with chores they made things alright,now I think there are more good times than bad less frowns more scowls less sad,it continues it is my life...