Only time will tell,
Of what our lives' have been.
Reaping what we've sowed in life,
Those seeds of our planted sins.
Misguilded past to present,
Was this all I had in-store?
Why wasn't I given a warning,
Why wasn't I given more?
We all have given blueprints,
Of our lives' predestined to be,
You have yours' the way God planned it,
And I have what was given me.
If I could do it over again.
Would I change what I have done?
Or would I go about my daily life?
Having what I called was, 'FUN? '
Maybe not, I re-think it now,
For the fun was not as planned.
If given all to a worthless cause,
And lossing it all to man.
I see it now in a different way,
Then I did way back then.
I am living for my God above,
I will live it until the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem