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by RObC Dec 14, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Sitting here wondering where all this wandering is leading. Is there a reason for this season of loneliness. No doubt I will grow strong for all these struggles. From each mistake is a lesson yearning to be learned will you listen. Each dawn is a fresh breath of life live it to the fullest. Smiling no matter the clatter of it all falling is still ringing in my ears. This life is to short to be living a life of fear. Head held up eyes focused to the fore no more living in the past. To hope is to win for with out hope there is nothing to look forward to. Speaking your mind can be a lifted weight a friend to confide in is a joy to have.