Passing ThroughA Poem by Dream Weaver?
Fifty years upon this earth, yet still I search
for my true worth. At times in sorrow and elation
to, I finally figured out I'm just passing through.
The knowledge I retained some meager some
vast, the years now seem to be moving too fast.
What have I accomplished and what's left to
be done, guess I'll just envisage it all over one by
one.
If I live not another day longer, I pray that my soul
keeps getting stronger. With no regrets but a few, I
seek a safe passage to sail right through.
© 2011 Dream Weaver |
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