I didn’t know it at that particular time in my young life, how much John Grisham was going to mean to me. I was being taught inadvertently without fully understanding how much of his life’s meaning was being passed along creatively to me. It took him about thirty-five years of screwing around before he got his first book published. With magic strokes of an unseen pen his stalwart desire to succeed in life, immerging by his dreams, accounting as the managed manifest for what proved as one of the great literary accomplishments ever recorded. And as we look forward I offer… Query, if you don’t mind. Life’s pondering: often not divine Cards being dealt Playing them Without debate They are mine Alone Has it occurred to you lately… Perhaps not appearing sedately maybe, just maybe it has more often than you might think. But why and how did it happen? (the) why? (the) how? (the) when? Rarely are assumptions held by you alone Do all successful people go through this? I’ll just take it to the bank Who cares anyway? But still You think wonder explore Perhaps you win Yet without guarantees Uncertainty persists Well then think about it again It sounds good Too damn good if it’s true And just in case, if you haven’t noticed this all comes to you from da heart of da harv. And on the morrow, the sun will be coming out, if you look out for it. That’s just one day more, but don’t wait, play the cards now.
-da harv here | 
No comments:
Post a Comment