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by Michael Sep 30, 2021 category : Life, society / meaning of life
In times of fear, not all is clear for tunnels bend, before they end. My mind can stray, I lose my way but keep the light, within my sight. Like scattered seeds, among the weeds, I must push through, to pastures new To rise and bloom, I shall subsume what lies within, the thick and thin. I cannot change, or rearrange for what is done, has now begun I am alone, but shall atone a different way, to live each day. A rocky road, is not foretold, so in the now, is all I know, for yesterday, is history tomorrow is a mystery.