EXCITING
EXCITING
This life has been a mixture of
Deep rooted hate, entangled love,
A withered hand, a wrinkled glove,
But yet, somehow, exciting.
A streak of vanity and pride
That I have fought to cast aside
That my life may be well applied,
And even more exciting.
The tears I've shed for sorrow sake
Throughout my life could fill a lake,
But also tears of joy I'd make,
Because life was exciting.
Aware that it may not please God
When I think not before I trod,
And surely that does help to prod,
And make life more exciting.
I've built with no foundation laid
And paid the price for error made,
But God my execution stayed.
How thankful, and exciting.
A constant war to overcome
And rise above the filth and scum,
That I might help the lives of some
And make them more exciting.
I know not what's in store for me,
How I will spend eternity,
But this I know, it's sure to be
Abundant, and exciting.
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
It is about the ups and downs of my life.
Comments (2)
Kathy