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Complacent
At eighteen I was the crazy one
looked dead in the eye
of a forty five gun
and told its holder...to "Pull"
At twenty eight
was sent a Son
that made me straight
this crazy one
was stronger
no longer...wanted to quit
At thirty eight
would hesitate
before speaking
figuratively cut out my tongue
so I wouldn't say
anything wrong
for I had become...complacent
Four more years
brought Loves tears
thought I had hidden them safely away
and on a cold snowy night
I saw the light
when The Lord
stepped in to have a say
Lost the anger
and traded my gun
for a Bible
what's done is done
and today
to my dismay
seems I have become...complacent
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
12/7/01
