I make mistakes Loudly and proudly Yet softly and with repentance even as I go I let the ordinary of the world intrude And then I remember I am not here for the usual Different eyes, a multi-colored lens, Both a blessing Or a curse It may depend on the day It is the way…
Author: candidkay
Experienced journalist, marketing exec and mother of two, I write about life as I know it. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes hilarious. But always interesting.
