Memory

The memory I have, I cannot explain. I remember so much that I think it's lame.
People tell me that my memory is a gift. I tell them I'd rather be swift!
I think my memory is a curse or maybe something much worse. I don't know how to explain how my memory works.
My memory is just something that's stuck in my head. If I didn't have that I'd probably be dead!

A Girl named Shannon

I once new a girl named Shannon. She thought she had her life all figured out. But when the time came to end all her pain she didn't know how to go about. She tossed and she turned at times even squirmed and even would cry like a baby. But when she woke up and took a good look she realized that she was a lady.

I once new a girl named Shannon. She tried to buy her way to heaven. She begged and she pleaded and screamed Lord Jesus please let me live with you? He looked at her softly, his words never lofty and said " Dear child I don't know You."

I once new a girl named Shannon, who thought she had it all figured out. But when the time came she ended her pain with a loud cry for help.