Part of my poetic thought is to share my instances having separate formats in an old folk way now a lost in time it seems. These happennings in olden ways where not of the ordinary kind, being full of pitfalls that are of the extreme within an urban living. A whole world full of experirnces vital for a livelihood motivated by logic values of a poor quality of living that implies a lot of doubt as each day went by emphasized in poems for different years.

Perhaps some did not realize the suffering of the other people less fortunate than them of yesterdays knot of no contentment as...