With the STRESS of LIFE up ON my SHOUL ders
And am BI tions TAK ing O ver
It is HARD to FIND a REST for BREATH ing
So NOW my FREE dom is WREATH ing
It seems to be consistent till you get to the final line, then its off a bit.
And Iím just curious, what did you mean in the last line
ďSo now my freedom is wreathingĒ
Not that its wrong, just want to know.
But fix the final line so it's the same as the others and the poem will flow much better.
With God I am happy; sadness has no say in my life.