I Lie In the Bed I Made
A saint in life you have hardly been,
so don't go foraging through my sins.
There are worse things I could have done.
There are a few, I should have shunned.
Yet, I have stared my skeletons in the eye.
Came through it with my head held high.
Regrets? Of course, I have a few.
But nothing that has dimmed the view,
of the life that I have led,
I am at peace, upon my bed.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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