Reflections - Poem by Marcel Tourdot
Looking back on the road that brought me here.
I must admit I have no regrets.
I’ve loved and lost and laughed and cried.
And by God’s grace alone I haven’t died.
Woke up in so many strange places.
And stared into the eyes of so many angry faces.
At times I had to ask myself did that really happen.
Had loved ones die and (along the way) I’ve lost a couple friends.
But every time they counted me out.
I found a way to get back up once again.
It may be madness and filled with pain.
But at least it’s an adventure every day.
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