EXIT POINTS
A turn down the street, a miss o f a heart beat
could be the last day the last day you breathe.
Exit points we make with God
to leave this planet hopefully better off than not.
Knowing we are going to a place where we call home
don’t worry you will never be alone.
Written by Suzanna Chevalier on April 5,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem