Stolid my Middle Name

Defying all odds, I birth cocking a snook at science, I breath evolve, grow, morph, and transform forgetting all pain, facing all trials and tribulations I stumble, tumble, fumble but, never grumble Some call me lame, some think I'm easy game there are those who name me challenged hurl invectives, throw me words I dare not say I care two hoots about these naysayers the rocks they throw turn me rock solid  Stoical to the core, ever ready to soar jauntily I stride, eyes eyeing the bull's eye live and let live my lodestar, my calling cards I laugh, I cry, I smile; I hope, wish, dream and aspire I chase the morning rays, make love to the nightly skies I ain't a child of a lessor God I am God's child__no more, no less I ain't any lessor for I have one hand, one leg less I have what many don't have I have a heart even though it has a hole Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!