My Life
As I look at my life and what it has come to be.
The mess that I have in front of me.
The hopes I had, my dreams are burning out.
My conscious reaction is to scream and shout.
But I hold on- I have come too far,
I have to deal with realities that are,
Not the best,
But none the less,
They are mine,
And it is my option to make my life just fine,
Oh yes, you see, the choice is in me.
To do with my life as I damn well please.
So make no mistake take another look,
My life that I put in front of you as an open book,
Has been my adventure.
My journey through life’s tenure.
I will renew myself,
My physical, emotional, and mental health.
So now I see my life as something else.
Not a mess, but a wealth,
Of people places times and things,
That make us all such unique human beings.
Written By: S. J. Johnson
2007-05-28
18:55:10
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