Life has been a day folio of sort,
Giving birth to change within each day;
The thoughts I chose to not abort,
Sometimes, for years, I had to pay.
They shaped my life as now I stand,
Bequeathing me not so many regrets;
Things weren't always as I planned,
But I muddled through those upsets.
But through it all God has blessed,
Without Him who knows where I'd be?
At each day's end I claim Godly rest,
For His grace is sufficient for me.