Growth Patterns
The farther along life's road I go
I'm losing ground, moving slow
I huff and puff, grunting as though
I'm putting on a one-woman show
Still, it's comforting to know
Our Heavenly Father will bestow
blessings abundant here below
and grant us time to grow
But since the date of my birth
The largest expansion is my girth
Thereby lessening my worth
To other creatures here on earth
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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