Snowy Mountains at its Peak, Eddie falls in its sheet, Though travels in this tundral plains, To find snow bears no cold, Pain it throbs, Squeeze thine left-side knee, A painful realization, That heaven relieves thine decay, Flickering lights down the narrow ridge, Landscape, in its beauty, Heaven it is described, As he travelled forth in this seeming place, A Diner called “EAT” come in display, Approaching though with thine place, He found people that bears no face, Until fate calls and destiny – unfortunately it comes, A Dark memory, A Nostalgic tragedy, In the last booth, on the right-hand corner, Sat his father long he hates, With fury and wrath, That dwells until today, The damage of neglect, The damage of violence, Eddie’s Past, made him, What he is Today,
LIFE IS A SERIES OF CHOICES NOT A SERIES OF CHANCES, HAVE A GOOD DAY!