I always thought life would be
just as I wanted it for me.
I just let it happen without a plan
and I would proceed as I began.
The unexpected changes came along,
unprepared for them like notes with no song.
The growth came slowly on every day
and routine tasks paved my way.
I stumbled more times than just a few.
But no one's pavement is a smooth walk through.
You carry the cross placed on your shouder.
You carry it begrudgingly until you're older.
Then age is upon you and I, for one
decided not to finish as I'd begun.
I started to plan and involve myself
like a mystery book that leaves the shelf.
The pages of my book are what I need
to turn and show me how to proceed.
How the book ends I do not know
but a good mystery book will never show
how the story ends. It surprises you.
That's how I'll be until I'm through.
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