We never know when, it will happen,
It does, come around, often too many times,
We are sorting through many questions,
Thought's circling, in our mind,
We each have our own ideas, emotions,
Inner feelings, then others, try to pull us,
Their way, they could lead us the wrong direction,
Confusing, us the rest of this life's stay.
Sometimes, you have to juggle them around,
We have to evaluate the situations,
Some we may be able to see live now,
Others empty promises, and dreams never found.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 12/8/2021AD
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