My Life

My life is but a wheel Rolling down a steep hill Never to slow down And never to speed up keeping the pace of time Sometimes it doesn't even seem I'm moving it seems My life is at a holt Has been brought to a stop By the path I have chosen Cracks and bumps fill the road I roll on my cuts and bruises leaving me with nothing but scars to show For the life I've lived

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Ernilando Tugaff

Date: 4/24/2009 11:54:00 PM

Anna, " The road is indeed ardous and difficult, demanding much labor and not a little pain..." this is our world. entrust your carse to the Father and He will show you the best way. Ernilando

Emily Kroeger

Date: 4/10/2009 11:32:00 AM

I know what ya mean =)

Jim Skinner

Date: 4/7/2009 6:03:00 PM

Everyone choses thier own path or road .Sometimes not the easiest.Heartfelt emotions ,laid bare here,from the heart the best place.Always nice to have someone to help you steer ,ansd avoid the potholes of life.........Jim

John Rhinem

Date: 4/7/2009 3:12:00 PM

Yes, but always remember dear Anna, The Morning Star shall always rise again tomorrow....And with it, comes a brand new day~old things, are forever cast away....Perspectives and points of view dear lady!? Forever, "Ride The Stars!!!":):)~"Love, Warmth & Blessings Always To 'You & Yours,' John!!!":):) Bye Anna ~

Raul Moreno

Date: 4/7/2009 11:54:00 AM

Powerful write, impressive material here, I like the flow of words and the directness of how you describe your life. You work is strengthening, keep it up, I really enjoyed your word use, this poem flows like something I would have penned. Great job...Raul