My Future Self

A photo of my past reveals a pattern Like a stroll that one would unfold; Like a one-way forward railroad track, Portraying rather interesting facts and Saying to all that, usually, I did not go back. Unlike God's creation, it was not 'all good'; Nor does it show that every assignment was finished. By no means was I in any way tarnished and diminished. Although hard, tiring, and bruising, I learned to strive. The sunsets inspired me, and sunrises moved me ahead.