In this life we travel,
Through good times, and bad,
When someone we love, is ill,
Our feelings change, to numb, and sad.
Our mind starts moving, every direction, and way,
Trying to find an answer,
To shed some light,
On these gloomy days.
Knowing, the solution, Is not going to come,
From our own bare hands,
Our life, we put on hold,
Along with, future plans.
We all know, it could happen to us,
Or anyone, at any second, in time,
Accepting, the facts, can often, take years,
To understand, in our mind
In reality we must keep, our own life in order,
Stay positive, everyday,
Knowing, none of us came with, a guarantee,
For so many miles, or days.
Our thoughts, actions, towards others, will change,
Certain situations, , remind us, of people, we love,
Those who love us, are the most important, assets,
We have, as we journey, on our way.
Tom Maxwell copyright 06/20/2005 A.D.
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