As I ponder the past in my mind
I think back to a life left behind
Times good, times bad
Moments happy, sometimes sad
New friends found
Others resting in the ground
The raw unsculpted clay
Meandering along the way
Evolving into a better me
Changes for all the world to see
Still more work to be done
As I observe the setting sun
The Lord's words my guide
A sense of contentedness fills me inside
Life the ever changing maze
While into my mind I gaze
Many trials and troubles left to come
To the bad, refusing to succumb
Down the river of choices I'll ride
The Lord's teachings inside
Until the day there will be
A final scene these tired old eyes will see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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