Marching Into My Future Poem by John Sensele

Dad died when I was young
Leaving me alone on Earth to suffer
Peddling trinkets on streets while tears stung
Reminding me why only the Lord is my buffer

Against turpitudes and tribulations I ought to contain
If from life meaning should arise
A little certainty my life to sustain
While the best I do to curtail surprise

That shouldn't catch me unawares
As long as opportunities I utilize
Ensuring I partake in no wicked wares
Which from my future will snatch the priceless prize

My hands reach out to grip
With efforts I inject into my studies
As I step forward determined to strip
From my life platitudes, pesky proclivities and besotted buddies.