When i left college they said
I was being stubborn
When i was leaving home
My DAD said I was stubborn
When I left my first job
the boss said I was too stubborn
Well.........
I hope they're right
Bercause I hate hammocks
And i don't believe in
half days
Or long weekends
NO
I will not take life as it comes
I'll scratch and claw
And fight it every step of the way
For I have met fate
She can be pretty mean
When she's not in the mood
So I'll collect all those
Words of discouragement and
make paper rockets out of them
And fly them in
a strong cross wind
Society has a name for
guys like me
"Stubborn"
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This blog is a collection of my notes, poems, and insights. Some of them were penned by me, and others were borrowed. I hope to revisit them again periodically to re-call, re-member, re-cognize, revise (if needed), and further enhance my understanding. As is apparent the structure and content of the blog will evolve over time. I hope it ignites, motivates, and generates insights for each reader.
