Jamie

It tasted like chocolate in my youth, sweet on my tongue.Now it is bitter So I seek to forgetEven the feel of itUpon my lips

The golden rule says, “treat others the way you’d want to be treated.”I’m beginning to see that I mixed it all up.I muddled it, maybejuggled it, maybe.Anyhow,It became the cross I would bear. I performed for everyone a custom showReckless,…