As I left the garden of my soul, I saw all the right that could have been.
I realized the wrong choices made, without discernment seen.
Knowledge not acquired nor deserved, was earned by blood, sweat and tears.
The path to understanding was long, moments became days, months and years.
I used the allotted time to believe in the power of faith.
With faith I returned to the garden of my soul, to peace and love I had forsake.
As I lay down to sleep,
I now know my soul will keep.
If I should die before I wake,
this is the garden my soul will take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Plant it well with good seeds or Tomorrow you'll awake to enjoy weeds!