I remember your 1st game in High School
You wore custom made Jordan's

You was the best baller in school
I knew you had the gift to play and would one day play in the NBA

You made it to the pro's and remained humble enough to pick me up for Church
I cheered for you from my big screen everysince


360

You won the Championship,
Stopped calling though I never sat bye the phone,
No more Church time (that's fine the body is the temple anyway) and you changed your contact (It is what it is...)

A year later I seen you on TV and wasn't sure if that was you or a brother of your's, I just had to stare for a few minutes.....

You lost a heap of weight,
You don't shave anymore (people change) and the cherry on top is the
stuttering issue that I never noticed before....

Not bashing my old friend
I just pray he is happy and
his soul is richer than the black Amex
Level he lives.....

It's his own soul and I should not be concerned, but
only hopes for the best decision in the end.


Real love is the kind that cares for your soul-

Exodus

*Thought~fully Nice*

As time passes, we sometimes don't notice the changes in others ... but time always brings about CHANGE ... sometimes good / sometimes bad


~Felt From The Soul~

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

It's his own soul and I should not be concerned, but
only hopes for the best decision in the end.

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Yeah, I'm going through something like that with a family member right now. We have to be respecters of free-will, while not making the illusion of separation real, and while simultaneously sharing love for self and other, and forgiving ourselves for our missteps.

-Otto