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Again there was no real inspiration for this poem either. The words just flowed out.

Toiling away the

moonlit hours.

I am anxious to see 

the early morning flowers.

I can't seem to sleep

My thoughts run so

deep.

I am impatient to see

what the future holds.

Is it to be a

whirlwind of fancy parties with

feathers of gold, or is it where my 

soul is sold and bought?

Some never give the 

future much thought.

Can it be possible for

me to live a life of happiness.

Where there is family

and no more empty loneliness.

A life of love and

full-filled dreams, or will there be

darkness and shadow.

Life has been hard and rough.

I should be thankful it has

made me tough.

I want to be the glue that

holds my family together. Even in the

stormiest weather.

So no matter what the

future brings, I wish to always 

appreciate the family thing.