Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


Your Life Is Your Own


The fruits of your life have gone to poor seed
And others say of you that you have failed to succeed
But the praise or the scorn of others you don't need
For your life alone it is your's for to lead
And since you never harm others in any way
By the things that you do and the things that you say
Then your life is your own business and what's your's is your own
And one day we all must reap the karma we've sown,
You go your own way and you do your own thing
And though your praises others are not known to sing
The approval or disapproval of others you never do seek
And of them good or evil you never do speak
And the past well the past is forever and gone
And in the present you live and you keep keeping on.

Submitted: Thursday, May 29, 2008
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