Life’s Question
My life, I question, did I waste?
Where it is rooted is its place?
Sometimes I feel I do not belong,
from a decision I choose that was wrong.
Perhaps I shall never know,
where it was I was supposed grow?
My daily struggle to do my best,
not knowing what it is I quest.
No answer seems to be right,
and yet another day has now become night.
One thing I am happy to say,
“I am glad to see another day.”
To attempt to right things I have gotten wrong,
and set them the way they belong.
No one said life was a breeze,
truth and honesty make it more at ease.
There is always a brighter side,
if you can’t find it, you have not tried.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-06-10 12:54:52
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