Destiny

Cottonwood tree wedged between two buildings Being whipped by the wind rubbed against two Ruff surfaces, how can survival happen Constant change occurs never able to reach The destiny God had prepared for you Dwarfed roots constricted needing room Room to grow, room to express yourself Is it to late for someone to save you? Only God knows your future not man

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Ts Lewis

Date: 11/1/2009 1:30:00 PM

This poem to read this Sunday Afternoon. God Bless

It's Doada Albritton

Date: 10/31/2009 7:26:00 PM

i like this poem... and to answer your question about my poem...it is true...its very true!!! and i have been in and out of group homes and detention centers since i was 13 after my dad who would be my hero died in 2005.... and i have read some of her books.... (DODIE)

Lynette Chachere

Date: 10/19/2009 12:12:00 PM

And we can change our future if we want to^.^

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 10/19/2009 7:04:00 AM

nicely penned,