Antwan Graham

(8-02-1990 / Thomasville, Georgia)

Past, Present, Future


My past is full of trouble
My present is filled with wisdom
My future is very uncertain
Which way do i go
Who should i listen to
My past has answers
My present seek questions
My future uncertain
Who am i
Who are they
What do you want
My past
My Present
My future
My life
Yet i don't know my future
But i hope i thrive on what i have learned
And what i have learned is what will make me surrive
Life

Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008

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  • Abha Sharma (4/18/2008 11:23:00 AM)

    the PRESENT is the best present in life so I feel we should live in present..the past is there to guide...
    thought provoking..and insight revealed... (Report) Reply

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