Poem by L.J

C.O.T.S.

 

COTS, a place, where you share a space, & mostly get along.

A housing race, so you make the pace; success won’t be long.

You keep the faith day by day, & roads they may seem rough.

So often pray & hope will stay, structure makes you tough.

 

 

Meetings chores and money saved, and working like a team.

Is a choice that we behave, to focus on your dream.

Every extra thing you do, is added to your cause.

At the start things may seem blue, keep peace & often pause.

 

 

Here respect goes hand in hand, compassion we must seek.

Support the program in your plan, & help your neighbor reach.

Believe in you & it will show, when smiles erases smirks.

All you really need to know, this place it really works.

 

 

Here at cots just take the chance, try and you will see.

Through circumstance, souls will dance, to fill your destiny.

At the end you will see in time, what got you through.

Focus, pray, save your dimes, there is a place for you.

 

L.J. "the poet"